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T  H^  SEP  19  1936 
CHRISTIAN^DUTY, 

EXHIBITED  IN  A  SERIES  OF 

HYMNS, 

Colle&ed  from  various  Authors, 

Designed  for  the  worship  of  god, 

And  for  the  edification  of  christians. 

RECOMMENDED, 

To  the  Serious  of  all  Denominations,   Sf 
By   the   fraternity    of    baptists. 


While  I  live  will  J  praife  the  Lord:  I  will 
fn:g  Praife j  unto  my  God  while  I  have  any 
Being.  Pfalm  cxlvi.  2. 

Andwhen  they  had  fing  an  HYIWN,  they  went 

out  into  thz  Mount  of  Olives*  Matt.  xxvi.  30.     l  9 

And  at  Midnight  paul  and  si  las  prayed  and      ) 

fang  Praifes  unto    God.  Acts  xvi.  25.  Ifl 

^ 

SECOND  EDITION,  IMPROVED. 

1 

Germantown  :  printed  by  Peter  Leitjert, 
1801. 


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INTRODUCTION. 

'Nasmuch  as  it  hath  pleafed  the  moft  high  God, 
_  to  enlarge    the    Place  of  our    Tent,    and  the 
Curtains    of  our  Habitation ;    it  behoveth  us  to 
render  Thanks  and  Praife  to  that  beneficient  Be- 
in  t,  in  whole   Hands  is  the    Life  and  Breath  of 
all  Things:  and    who  doth  according  to  his  Will 
in    the   Army   of  Heaven,    and  among   the    In- 
habitants of  the   Earth,    and  none   can  ftay  his 
Hand    nor  fay  unto  him   what   doft  thcu     Tho* 
the    Heaven   is    his   Throne,     and   the  Earth   is 
his  Footftool,  yet  unto   Man  he  faith,    <<Whofo 
oftereth    Praife  glorifieth  me;,  and  to  him  that 
ordereth   his  Converfation    aright,    will    I   (hew 
the    Salvation   of  the  Lord."     Let   us  therefore 
ferve   the    Lord  with  Gladrefs,   and  come  before 
'fhis     Prefence     with     Singing.       Enter    into  his 
Gates   vith   Thanksgiving,    and  into  his  Courts 
with  I  raifc.   Pfalm  50.  23.  and  Pfalm  100.  2>  4» 


PREFACE. 

D Early  beloved  Brethren,  and  feJlovv  Heirs  of 
the  Grace  of  God  ;  the  Apoftle  exhorts  us, 
(i  to  let  the  Word  of  (Thrift  dwell  in  us,  richly  in 
all  Wifdom,  Teaching,  and  Admonifhing  one 
another  in  Pfalms,  and  Hymns,  and  fpiritual 
Songs,  finging  with  Grace  in  your  Hearts,  unto 
the  Lord.  You  are  therefore  here  prefented 
with  a  Choice  Collection  of  HYMN's,  of"  the  moft 
approved  Authors,  fuitable  to  almoft  every  Cir- 
eumftance  of  Life,  which  we  are  call'd  to  pafs 
through,  and  correfponding  with  the  Tenor  of 
the  Gofpel,  and  adapted  to  commemorate  the 
Birth,  Life,  Death,  Refurrecuon  and  Afcention 
of  our  Saviour,  and  his  Sefiion  at  God's  Right 
Hand,  and  his  Interc^ffion  there  ;  the  Commif- 
fionofthe  Apoftles  on  Baptifm,  and  the  Lord's 
Supper,  and  the  fecond  Coming  of  Chrift,  with- 
out   Sin    unto    Salvation. 

My  Brethren,  in  the  Performance  of  this  noble 
Part  of  Worfhip,  we  mould  have  our  Minds  de- 
voutly fiVd  on  God,  who  heareth  Prayer,  and 
inhabiteth  the  Prailes  of  Ifrael ;  not  railing  our 
Voices  only,  but  endeavouring  to  fing  with  the 
Spirit,  and  with  the  Underftanding  alfo  :  left  we 
be  found  among  the  Number  of  them  over  whom 
God  laments,  faying:  This  People  draw  near  to 
me  with  their  Mouths,  and  with  their  Lips  do 
honour  me,  but  their  Hearts  have  they  removed 
far  from  me,  and  their  Fear  towards  me  is  taught 
by  the  Precept  of  Men,     Let  us  therefore  ftrive 

to 


PREFACE. 

to  offer  in  an  acceptable  Manner,  the  Sacrifice  of 
Praife  to  God  continually,  that  is  the  Fruit  of 
our    Lips,  giving    Thanks   to    his  Name. 

The  Reafon  for  printing  this  Hymn  Book  is : 
becaufe  of  the  inconvenience  arifing  from  having 
feveral  Sorts  of  Hymn  Books  in  Meeting  at  once, 
it  was  therefore  thought  prudent  to  remove  this 
Inconvenience,  by  collecting  the  moft  approved 
Hymns,  of  the  feveral  Books,  and  reducing  them 
into  One  finall  Octavo,  with  a  compleat  Index, 
■which  is  wanting  in  the  Hymn  Book  which  we 
have  latterly  ufed  ;  altho  it  was  otherwife  truly 
excellent* 

Dearly  beloved,  let  us  be  encouraged  to  look 
forward,  to  that  happy  Period,  when  "all  the 
Kings  of  the  Earth  fhall  praife  the  Lord  ;''  when 
they  fhall  hear  the  Words  of  his  Mouth,  yea, 
they  fhall  fing  in  the  Ways  of  the  Lord;  for 
great  is  the  Glory  of  the  Lord.  When  he  fhall 
turn  to  the  People  a  pure  Language,  and  they 
fhall  ferve  him  with  one  Confent,  when  they 
fhall  come  and  ling  in  the  Heights  of  Zion  ; 
and  flow  together  to  the  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord. 
Under  thefe  C on fi derations  and  cheering  Re- 
flections we  may  freely  fay  with  David:  "Let 
every  Thing  that  hath  Breath  praife  JEHOVAH* 
Hallelujah  1 

Germantown,  May  18,  1791. 


J+  *#*       HALLELUJAH.       *    *  C* 

THE 
CHRISTIANS    DUTY, 
EXHIBITED 
I  N  A  S IE  R  I E  S  OFSELECT 

HYMN    S. 

H  Y  INI  N    t 

■  'f*  K^gJom  of  Cod  not  in  Word  but  in  Power. 

1.  A     Form  of  Words,  tho'  e'er  fo  found, 
~l±  Can  never  fave  a  Soul  • 

Jnd  ? Swf  muft  ^"e  the  Wound, 
And  make  die  wounded  whole. 


2.  Tho'  God's  Election  is  a  Truth, 
-mall  Comfort  there  I  fee 
Till  I  am  told  by  God's  own  Mouth 
i  hat  he  has  cholen  me. 

3.  Sinners,  I  read,*  are  jnflify'd 
.  By  Faith injEsu's  Blood: 
Butv,hentoME  that  Blood's   applv'd, 
Tis  then  it  does  me  good. 

4-  To  Perfeverance  I  agree, 
A 


The 


(     2     ) 

The  Thing  to  me  is  cle^ar, 
Becaufe  the  Lord  has  promis'd  me. 
That  I  fhall  perfevere. 

Imputed  Righteousnefs   I  own 

A  Doctrine  moft  divine  ; 
For  Jefus  to  my  Heart  makes  known 
That  all  his  Merit's  mine. 

.  That  Chrift  is  God  I  can  avouch  ; 

And  for  his  People  cares, 
Since  I  have  pray'd  to  him  as  fuch, 
And  he  has  heard  my  Pray'rs. 

.  That  Sinners  black  as  Hell,  by  Chrift 
Are  fav'd,  I  know  full  well : 
For  I  his  Mercy  have  not  miis'd  ; 
And  I  am  black  as  Hell. 

8.  Thus  Chriftians  glorify  the  Lord, 
Fis  Spirit  joins  with  ours, 
In  bearing  Witnefs  to  his  Word, 
With  all  it's  raving  Pow'rs. 

H    Y    M   N     II. 

A  Funeral  Hymn  for  a  Believer. 

1.  AH!  lovely  Appearance  of  Death, 
A  No  Sight  upon  Earth  is  fo  fair  ; 
Not  all  the  gay  Pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  Body  compare. 

2.  With  folemn  Delight  I  furvey 

The  Corps,  when  the  Spirit  is  fied, 
In  Love  with  the  beautiful    Clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  his  ftead. 

«.  How  bleft  is  our  Brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  coidd  burthen  his  Mind  i 
How  eafy  the  Soul,  that  hath  left 


That 


C   3    ) 

This  wearifbme  Body  behind  ! 

4.  Of  Evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  Relicts  with  Envy  I  fee  ; 
No  longer  in  Mifery  now, 
No  longer  a  Shiner  like  me. 

5.  This  Earth  is  affected  no  more, 

With  Sicknefs,  or  maken  with  Pain  ; 
The  War  in  the  Members  is  o'er, 
And  never  mall  vex  him  again. 

6.  No  Anger  henceforward,  or  Shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  Clay  : 
Extinct  is  the  Animal  Flame, 
And  Pailion  is  vanifh'd  away. 

7.  This  languifhing  Head  is  at  reft, 

Its  Thinking  and  Aching  are  o'er  5 
This  quiet  immoveable  Breail 
Is  heav'd  by  Affliction  no  more. 

8.  This  Heart  is  no  longer  the  Seat 

Of  Trouble  ftnd  torturing  Pain  j 
It  ceafes  to  nutter  and  beat, 
It  never  fhall  nutter  a  gain. 

q.  The  Lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe. 
By  Sorrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  Repofe, 

Have  ftrangely  forgotten  to  weep. 

1  q.  The  Fountains  can  yield  no  Supplies, 
Thefe  Hollows  from  Waters  are  free  ! 
The  Tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  Eye^. 
And  Evil  they  never  ill  all  fee. 

1 1 .  To  mourn  and  to  differ  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  Prifon  I  breathe  ; 
And  (till  for  Deliverance  pine. 

A  -2  And 


C    4    ) 

And  prefs  to   the  Ifliies  of  Death. 

1 2.  What  now  with  my  Tears  I  bedew, 
O  might  I  this  Moment  become, 
My  Spirit  created  anew, 

My  Fleih  be  confign'd  to  the  Tomb  I 

HYMN    III. 

1.  A  LAS,  my  God,  that  thou  mould  be 
ii  To  me  fo  much  unknown  ! 

I  long  to  walk  and  talk  with  Thee, 
And  dwell  before  thy  Throne. 

2.  Thou  know'ft,  my  Soul  doth  dearly  love 

The  Place   of  thine  Abode  ; 
No  Mufic   gives  fo   fweet  a  Sound, 
As  thefe  two  Words,    My  God. 

3.  1  long  not  for  the  Fruit  that  grows 

Within  thefe  Gardens  here  ; 
I   find  no  Sweetnefs  in  their  Rofe 
When  Jefus  is  not  near. 

4.  Thy  gracious  Prefence,  O  my  Chrift, 

Can  make  a  Paradife  ; 
Ah,  what  are  all  the   goodly  Pearls, 
Unto  this  Pearl  of  Price  ? 

5.  Give  me  that  fweet  Communion,  Lord, 

Thy  people  have  with  thee  ; 
Thy  Spirit  daily  talk*  with  Them, 
O  let  it  talk  with  me. 

6.  Like  Enoch  let  me  walk  with  God, 

And  thus  walk  out  my  Day, 
Attended  with  the  heav'nly  Guards, 
Upon  the  Kings  High  Way. 

7.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord  ? 

O 


C    f 

0  come,   my  Lord,  moft 
Come  near,  come  nearer  neai 

I'm  well  when  thou  art  near 

S.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me, 

1  languiih  for  thy  Sight  ; 

Ten  thoufand  Suns,  if  thou  art  ftran^ 
Are  Shades  inftead  of  Light. 

9.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me  Lord  ?     m 

for  till  thou  doit  apear, 
I  coimt  each  Moment  for  a  Day, 
Each  Minute  for  a  Year. 

10.  Come,  Lord,   and  never  from   me  go, 

This  World's    a  darkfom  Place  ; 
I  find  no    Pleafure  here  below, 
When  thou  dolt  veil  thy  Face. 

11.  There's  no  fuch  Thing  as  Pleafure  here, 

My  Jefus  is  my  All  ; 
As  thou  doit  fliine,  or  difappear, 
My  pleafures  rile  and  fall. 

12.  Come,  fpread  thy  Savour  on  my  Frame, 
No   Sweetnefs  is  fo  fweet   ; 

Till  I  get  up  to  fing  thy  Name, 
Where  all  thy  Singers  meet. 

H   Y  M   N    IV. 

Godly  Sorrow  arifng  from  the  Sufferings  c/Xhrift. 

I .    ALAS  !   and  did  my    Saviour   bleed   ! 
l\  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  \ 
Would  he  devote   that   i acred   Head 
For  fuch  a  Worm  as  I  ? 

[2.  Thy  Body  flaiii  fweet   Jefus   thine, 
And   bath'd    in  its  own  Blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  Wrath  divine, 

A  3  The 


''! 


6    ) 

ff'rer  flood  !  ] 

nes  that  I  had  done, 
ipon  the   Tree  ? 
!  Grace  unknown  ! 
beyond   degree  ! 

6ht  the   Sun  in  Darknefs  hide, 
fhut  Ins   Glories  in, 
a  GOD   the   Mighty  Maker  dy'd 
For  Man  the  Creature's   Sin. 

5.  Thus  might  I   hide  my  blufhing  Face, 

While  his    clear  Crofs  apears, 
Difolve  mv  'Heart   hi   Thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my   Eyes  to   Tears. 

6.  But  Drops   of  grief  can  ne'er   repay 

The   Debt  of  Love  we   owe  ; 
Here  Lord,    I   give  my  felf  away, 
'Tis   all  that  I  can  do. 

H   Y  INI   N     V. 

UNBELIEF. 

I .   A  LL  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  nevar, 
Jl\  To  my  Complaint  pray  lend  an  Ear, 
And  help  mc  to  condole  my  Grief, 
For  I'm  diftreft  by  Unbelief. 

1.   Sometimes  I'm  fadi   a  ftupid  Clod 
I  doubt  the  exigence  of  a  GOD; 
But  ftill  his  Terrors  woik  my  Grief. 
\\  Idle  Hoj>e  is  drown' d  in  Unbelief. 

5.  When  thus  I*m  fore  diftreft  all  day, 

When  evening  comes  I  fain  would  pray, 
And  bes:  for  Pardon,   nnd  Relief; 

But  there's  no  GOD:   "fays  Unbelief. 

4.  But  who  did  all  dungs  firft  create  t 

Was 


C    7    ) 

Was  it  not  GOD,  the  Wife  and  Great  ? 
While  thus  I  would  ailwage   my  Grief, 
You  have  no  Soul :"  fays  Unbelief. 

5.  But  then  I  make  this  quick  Reply, 

What  makes  me  then  afraid  to  die, 
And  after  Death  to  dread  the  Grief 
Which  I  muft  have   for  Unbelief  ? 

6.  Behdes  the  SAVIOUR  came  to  die, 

The  Souls  of  Men  to  purify  ; 
Which  clearly  proves  for  our  Relief, 
That  Men  have   Souls,   O    Unbelief ! 

7.  Bleft  be  my  GOD,   that  now  I  fee 

That  JESUS  gave  himfelf  for  me  ; 
I'll  praife   his  Name,   who  bore  my  Grief, 
And  faves  my  Soul   from  Unbelief. 

H  Y  M  N    VI. 

Christ     crucified. 

1-     ALL  ye    that   pafs   by, 
-tA.  To    Jems    draw   nigh, 
To  you   is   it   nothing   that    Jefus  mould  die  ? 

2.  Your  Ranfbm    and   Peace, 
Your    Surety    he  is  ; 

Come  fee  if  there  ever   was  Sorrow   like  his. 

3.  For  what  you   have  done, 
His  Blood    doth  attone  ; 

The  Father  hath  puniili'd  for  you  his  dear  Son. 

4.  The  Lord   in  the    Day 
Of  Anger   did    lay 

Your  Sins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them  away. 

$.  Ke    anfwer'd  for   All  ; 
Oh,  come,    at   his  Call, 

And  low   at  his  Crofs  with  Aftoniihment  fall, 
A  4  6.  For 


(8    ) 

6.  For  you,  and  for  me, 
He  pray'd  on  the   Tree  ; 

The  Pray'r  is  accepted,  the  Sinner  is  free. 

7.  That  Sinner    am   I, 
Who   on   Chrift   rely, 

And  come  for  the  Pardon   God  will  not   deny, 

8.  My  Pardon   I   claim, 
A    Sinner  I   am, 

A   Sinner  believing  in   Jefus's  Name. 

9.  He   gives    me   the  Grace, 
Which  now  I   embrace  ; 

Oh,  Father,  thou  knoweft  he  dy'd  in   my  Place. 

10.  His  Death  is  my    Plea, 
My  Advocate   fee,  . 

And  hear  the  Blood fpeak  that  hath  anfwer'd  for  me. 

1 1 .  Acquitted  I  was 

By's    Death   on   the   Crofs  ; 
And  lofing  his  Life,  he  hath  carry 'd  my  Caufe. 

II  Y  M  S    VII 

Holy    FORTITUDE. 

1,  A     M   I    a   Soldier   of  the   Crofs  ? 
jtx.  A   follower    of  the    Lamb  ? 

And   fliall    I    fear   to    own   his   Caufe  ? 
Or    blufh   to   {peak    his    Name  ? 

2.  Muft    I    be   carry* d   to   the  Skies, 

On   flow'ry   Beis   of  Eafe  ? 
While   others  fought   to    win  the  Prize, 

And   fail'd    through   bloody   Seas  ? 

■;.  Are   there   no    Foes  for   me  to    face  ? 

Mutt   ]    not    ftem    the    Flood  ?  ^ 

Js    this   vile   World    a   Friend   to  Grace, 
To  help   me    on   to    God  ? 

4.  Sure 


C     9     ) 

4.  Sure  I  muft.   fight   if  I  would  reign  i 
Increafe  my  Courage   Lord  : 
I'll  bear   the   Toil,  endure   the  Pain, 
Supported  by  thy  Word. 

J.  Thy   Saints   in   all  this   glorious  War, 
Shall  conquer  though   they   die  ; 
They   fee  the   Triumph   from    afar, 
And   feize  it   with   their    Eye. 

6.  When   that   illuftrious    Day  fhall    rife. 
And  all  thine    Armies   fhine, 
In   Robes   of  Vict'ry  through  the  Skies, 
The    Glory  fhall   be  dune. 

H  Y  IM   N    VIII. 

Triumph  over  Dec.lh,  in  Hope  of  thj  Refureflion* 

1.  AND  mini;    this    Body  die  ? 
A  This   mortal    Frame    decay  ? 

And  muft   thefe  acftive   Limbs   of   mine 
Lie   mould'ring   in  the   Clay  ? 

2.  Corruption,  Earth   and   Worms, 

Shall  but   refine   this    Fleih, 
Till   my   triumphant  Spirit   comes 
To  put   it   on   afrefh. 

3.  God   my    Redeemer   lives, 

And   often    from   the   Skies 
Looks    down,  and  watches    all   my   Dull, 
Till   he   fhall   bid   it   rife. 

4.  Array'd   in   glorious    Grace 

Shall  thefe   vile    Bodies   mine, 
And   ev'ry  Shape,  and   ev'ry   Face, 
Look  heav'iijy    and   divine. 

5.  Thefe  lovely    Hopes   we  owe 

A    5  To 


'■A 


(    10    ) 

To  Jefus'  dying  Love  ; 
We   would   adore   his   Grace   below, 
And  ling   his   Pow'r   above. 

6.  Dear    Lord,  accept   the   Praife 
Of  thefe   our   humble   Songs, 
Till   Tunes   of  nobler   Sound   we   raiie 
With    our   immortal    Tongues. 

HYMN    IX. 

For  New    Tear's  Day. 

N  D  now   my   Soul,  another  Year 
Of  thy   mort    Life   is    paft  ; 
I    cannot  long   continue   here, 
And   this   may  be    my   laft. 

2.  Much   of  my   dubious    Life    is  gone, 

Nor  will  return   again  ; 
And   fwift   my   palling   Moments  run> 
The  few   that   yet   remain. 

3.  Awake,  my  foul,  with   utmoft  Care 

Thy  true    Condition   learn  ; 
What    are   thy   Hopes,  how   lure,  how   fair, 
And  what  thy    great  Concern  ! 

4.  Now  a  new    Scene    of  Time   begins, 

Set  out   afrefh  for   Heav'n  ; 
Seek  Pardon   for   thy   former   Sins, 
In  Chrift   fo   freely   giv'n. 

c.  Devoutly   yield   thyfelf  to   God, 
And    on   his   Grace    depend  ; 
With    Zeal  purfue  the   heav'nly  Road, 
Nor   doubt   a   happy    End. 

H  Y  M  K    X. 

N  D  why,  dear   Sa\  'our,  tell   me   why, 
Thou  thus  would'it  fuffer,  bleed  and  die  r 

what 


'■A 


C    n    ) 

What   mighty  Motives   could   thee   move  ? 
The   Motive's  plain,  'twas    all  for   Love. 

2.  For  Love  of  whom  ?  Of  Sinners  bafe, 
A   harden'd   Herd,  a   Rebel   Race  ; 

That   mock'd    and    trampled   on   thy    Blood, 
And  wanton'd   with   the    Wounds  of  God. 

3.  When  Rocks  and  Mountains  rent  with  Dread, 
And   gaping   Graves   gave    up   their   Dead  : 
When  the  fair  Sun  withdrew  his  Light, 

And   hid   his   Head   to   ihun   the    Sight, 

4.  Then   ftood    the    Wretch   of  human   Race, 
And  rais'd   his  Head    and   ihew'd   his    Face, 
Gaz'd   unconceni'd,   when  Nature   fail'd  ; 
And  fcoff'd,  and  fheer'd,  and  curs'd  and  rail'd. 

5.  Harder  than  Rocks  and  Mountains  are, 
More  dull  than  Dirt  or  Earth  by  far, 

Man  view'd  umnov'd  thy  Blood's  rich  Stream, 
Nor   ever   dream'd   it  flow'd   for   him. 

6.  Such   was    that   Race    of  (infill    Men, 
That   gain'd   that   great    Salvation   then  ; 
Such   and    fuch  only   Hill   we   fee  j 
Such   they   were   all,  and  fuch   are  we. 

7.  The  Jews  with  Thorns  his  Temples  crown'd, 
And  lafh'd  him  when  his  Hands  were  bound  ; 
But  Thorns,  and  knotted  Whips,  and  Bands, 
By   us   were   furnhVd   to   their   Hands. 

8.  They  nail'd  him   to   th'    accurfed    Tree  ; 
They   did,  my   Brethren,  fo   did   we  ; 
The   Soldier   piere'd   his   Side,  'tis   true, 

But  we  have  piere'd  liim  through  and  through. 

9.  Oh   Love  of  unexaiypled   Kind  ! 

That  leaves   all   Thought   fo   far  behind, 

Where 


C     12     ) 

Where  Length,  and  Breadth,  &  Depth,  and  Height, 
Are   loft   to   my   aftoniih'd   Sight. 

io.  For   Love   of  me  the   Son   of  God 
Drain'd  ev'ry    Drop   of  vital   Blood  ; 
Long   Time   I   after   idols  ran, 

But  now  my   God's    a   martyr'd   Man. 

HYMN    XI. 

1.  A    R  I  S  E,  O   King   of  Grace,  arife, 
Jl\  And   enter  to   thy   Reft  ; 

Lo   thy   Church   waits   with   longing   Eyes, 
Thus   to   be   own'd   and   bleft. 

2.  Enter   with   all   thy   glorious    Train, 

Thy   Spirit   and   thy   Word  ; 
All    that   the   Ark   did   once    contain 
Could   no   fuch   Grace   afford. 

3.  Here   mighty   God,  accept  our  Vows, 

Here   let   thy   Praife   be   fpread, 
Blefs   the 1  Provifions   of  thy   Houfe, 
And   fill   thy    Poor  with   Bread. 

4.  Here   let   the   Son   of  David   reign, 

Let    God's  Anointed    ihine  ; 
Juftice   and   Truth   his   Court   maintain, 
With    Love   and   Pow'r   divine. 

5.  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  Throne, 

And  as    his  Kingdom  grov\  3, 
Frefh   Honours   fliall   adorn   his   Crown, 
And  Shame   confound   his    foes. 

H  Y  M  N    XII. 


I 


ARISE,  my   tend'reft    Thoughts  arife, 
To  torrents   melt   my   ftreaming  Eyes  ! 
And   thou   my    Heart   with  Anguifh  feel, 
Thofe    Evils  which  tliou  can'ft   not   heal. 

2.  See 


C    13    ) 

2.  See  human   Nature   funk  in  Shame  ! 

See    Scandal  pour'd   on   Jefu's-  Name  ! 
The    Father   wounded   through  the    Son  ! 
The   World   abus'd,  the   Soul  undone  1 

3.  See   the   fhort   Courfe   of  vain  Delight 

Clofing   in  long  and  dreadful  Night  ! 
In  Flames  that  no  Abatement  know, 
The  briny    Tears  for  Ages  flow. 

4.  My    God  I  feel   the   mournful  Scene  ; 

My  Bowels    yearn   o'er  dying  Men  ; 
And  fain  my  Pity  would  reclaim, 

And  liiatch   the  Fire-brands  from  the  Flame. 

5.  But  feeble  my  Companion  proves, 

And  can  Lut  weep  where  moft  it  loves  ; 
Thine    own  aU  faving  Ann  employ, 
And  turn  the.fe  Drops  of  Grief  to  Joy. 

H  Y  M  M     XIIL 

*.     AWAKE,  an4  fmg  the  fong 
-lx.  Of  Mofes  and  «-he  Lamb, 
Wake  every  Heart  aud  evVy  Tongue> 
To  praife  the  Sav^  ^r>g  No-ie, 

2.  Sing  of  liis  dying  Lb»c 

Sing  of  his  riling  Pow'r, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes   above, 
For  thofe  whofe  Sim  Vi<-  l>nre. 

3.  Sing  till  we  feel  our  k  ;ttt_ 

Afcending  with  our  Tongues, 
Sing  till  the  love  of  Sin  departs. 
And  grace  infpires  our  Songs. 

4.  Sing  on  your  Heav'nly  Vay, 

Ye  ranibm'd  Sinners  fii.o- ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  Day^ 
In  Chxift  th'  eternal  Kii12:. 


C     i4    ) 

5.  Sing  till  you  hear  Chrift  fay, 

Your  Sins  are  ail  tforgiv'n; 
Sing  on  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 
Till  we  all  meet  in  Heav'n. 

6.  Soon  mall  ye  hear  Chrift  fay, 

u  Ye  blefled  Children  come ;  " 

Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  his  Wand'rers  home. 

HYMN     XIV. 

Morn  i  71  g. 
1  •     AWAKE,  my  Soul,  and  with  the  Sun, 
^*>  Thy  daily  Stage  of  Duty  run  ;     . 
Shake  off  dull  Sloth,  and  earrw^fr 
To  pay  thy  morning  Sacrifice. 

2.  Redeem  thy  mis-fpent  Time  that's  pall, 
Live  this  Day  as  if  'twere  thy  laft  ; 
T'  improve  thy  Talents  take-  due  care, 
'Gainft  the  great  Day  thy  felf  prepare. 

j.  Let  all  thy  Converfe  be  frncere, 

Thy  Confcience  as  the  J^oon-Day  clear  : 
Think  how  th'  all-feeing  G°d  thy  Ways, 
And  ev'ry  fecret  Thou4nt  Purveys. 

4.  Glory  to  God,  who  fa/k  hath  kept ;      * 
And  hath  refrtih'd  me'while  I  flept  ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I,  from  Death  ihall  wake, 
I  may  of  endlefs  Life  partake. 

f.  Direcl:,  controul,  fuggeft  this  day, 
All  I  defign,  or  do,  <>r  fay  ; 
That  all  my  Pow'M  with  all  their  Might, 
In  thy  fole  Glory  pay  unite. 

6.  Praife  God,  from  frhom  all  Bleflings  flow, 
Praife  him  all  Creates  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heav'nly.r^ft. 

Praife 


C    t?    ) 

Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

HYMN    XV. 

ASo?ig  of  Praife  for  the  Birth  ofChrift, 

1.  AWAY   dark  Thoughts,  awake,  my  Joy  ; 
xa  Awake,  my  Glory  fing  ; 

Sing  Songs  to  celebrate  the  Birth, 
Of  Jacob's  God  and  King. 

2.  O  happy  Night,  that  brought  forth  Light, 

Which  makes  the  Blind  to  fee  ! 
The  Day  Spring  from  on  high  came  down, 
To  chear  and  vifit  Thee. 

3.  The  wakeful  Shepherds,  near  their  Flocks, 

Were  watchful  for  the  Morn ; 
But  better  News  from  Heav'n  was  brought, 
"  Your  Saviour  Chrift  is  born.'* 

4.  "  In  Bethle'm  Town  the  Infant  lies, 

"  Within  a  Place  obfcure." 
O  little  Bethle'm  poor  in  Walls, 
But  rich  in  Furniture  ! 

f.  Since  Heav'n  is  now  come  down  to  Earth, 
Hither  the  Angels  rly  ! 
Hark,  how  the  Heav'iily  Choir  doth  ling, 
Glory  to  God  on  high ! 

6.  The  News  is  fpread,  the  Church  is  glad, 

Simeon  o'ercome  with  Joy, 
Sings  with  the  Infant  in  his  Arms, 
Now  let  thy  Servant  die. 

7.  Wife  Men  from  far  beheld  the  Star, 

Which  was  their  faithful  Guide, 
Until  it  pointed  for  the  Babe, 
And  him  they  glorify' d  ; 

$  I  While  Heaven  and  Earth  rejoice  and  ling, 
.  Shall 


C    «6    ) 

Shall  we  our  Chrift  deny  ? 
He's  bom  for  us,  and  we  for  him; 
Glory  to  God  on   high  ! 

HYMN      XVI. 

i.T>EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  Throne, 
X3  Ye  Nations  bow  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone. 
He  can  create,  and  he   deftroy. 

5.  His  Sov'reign  Pow'r,  without  our  Aid, 
Made  us  of  Clay,  and  form'd  us  Men. 
And  when  like  wandring  Sheep  we  ftray'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  Fold  again. 

3.  We'll  crow'd  thy  Gates  with  thankful  Songs, 
High  as  the  Heav'ns  our  Voices  raife  ; 

And  Earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  Tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  Courts  with  founding  Praife. 

4.  Wide  as  the  World  is  thy  Command, 

Vail  as  Eternity  thy  Love  ; 
Firm  as  a  Rock  thy  Truth  muft  ftand, 
When  rolling  Years  mall  ceafe  to  move. 

HYMN     XVII. 

The  Pkarifee  a?id  Pub  It can,  Luke  xviii,  10,  &c. 

I.TIEHOLD  how  Sinners  difagree, 
JD  The  Publican  and  Pharifee  ! 
One  doth  his  Righteoufneis  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  Guilt  and  Shame, 

2.  This  Man  at  humble  Diftance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  Grace  with  lifted  Hands  ; 
That  boldly  riles  near  the  Throne, 

And  talks  of  Duties  he  has  done. 

3.  The  Lord  their  different  Language  knows 


C  17  ) 

And   different  Anfwers  he  beftows  ; 

The  humble   Soul   with  Grace  he   crowns, 

Whilft  on  the   Proud  his  Anger  frowns. 

4.  Dear  Father  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee  ; 
I  have  no    Merits  oi  my  own, 

But  plead  the  Suff 'rings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN     XVIII. 

A  fieiu  Song  to  the  Lamb  that  tuasftain,  Rev.  v.  6, 
7,  8,  9,  10,    12. 

i.T>  EHOLD  the   Glories  of  the  Lamb 
-D  Amidft  his  Father's  Throne  ; 
Prepare   new  Honours  for  his   Name, 
And  Songs  before  unknown. 

2*  Let   Elders  worfhip  at  his  Feet, 
The  Church   adore  around, 
With  Vials  full   of  Odours  fweet, 
And  Harps  of  fweeter  Sound. 

3.  Thole  are  the  Prayers  of  the   Saints, 
And   thefe  the  Hymns  they  raife : 
Jefus  is    kind  to  our  Complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  Praife. 

[4,  Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 
Into  thy  fecret   Will  ? 
Who  but  the    Son  mould  take  that   Book,. 
And   open   e\°ry    Seal  ? 

5.  He  mall  fulfill  thy  great   Decrees, 

The   Son  delerves   it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his   Hand   the  Sov'reign  Keys 
Of  Heav'n,    and  Death  and  Hell. 

6.  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once   was  flain 

Be  endlefs   Bleffings  paid  j 

B  Salva- 


(  i8  ) 

Salvation,   Glory,  Joy   remain 
For  ever  on   thy  Head. 

7,  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  Souls  with  Blood, 

Halt  fet  the   Pris'ners  free, 
Halt  made  us  Kings  and  Priefts  to  God, 
And  we   mall   reign   with    Thee. 

8.  The  Worlds  of  Nature  and  of  Grace 

Are   put  beneath  thy  Pow'r  ; 
Then    fhortcn  thefe   delaying  Days, 
And   bring  the  promis'd   Hour. 

HYMN     XIX. 

The  Nativity  of  Chrift   Luke  i.  30,  &c,  Luke  ii. 

10,  &c, 

i.T>EHOLD,   the  Grace  appears, 
£>  The  Promife    is   fulfill'd  ; 
Mary  the  Wond'rous  Virgin  bears, 
And  Jefus  is  the  Child. 

[2.  The   Lord,  the   higheft  God, 
Calls   him  his  only   Son  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the   Lands  abroad. 
And  gives  him  David's  Throne. 

5.  O'er   Jacob  mail  he   reign 
With   a  peculiar  Sway  ; 
The   Nations  mail  his   Grace  obtain, 
His  Kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4.  To  bring  the  glorious   News, 

A  heav'nly   Form  appears  ; 
He  tells  the    Shepherds  of  their  Joys, 
And   banilhes   their  Fears* 

5.  Go  humble   Swains,  faid  he, 

To    David's  City  Fly, 
The  promis'd  Infant  born  to  Day, 

Doth  in  a   Manger  lie,  6.  With 


(  i9  ) 

6.  With  Looks   and  Hearts  ferene, 

Go  vifit   Chrift  your  King  ; 
And  ftrait  a   flaming   Troop  was   feen  ; 
The  Shepherds  heard  him   hug* 

7,  Glory  to  God  on   High, 

And  heav'nly  Peace  on   Earth, 
Good  Will   to  Men,  to  Angels  Joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  Birth. 

[8»  In  Worfhip   fo  divine, 

Let  Saints  employ  their  Tongues; 
With  the  celeftial  Hoft  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  Songs. 

o.  Glory  to  God  on  High, 

And  heav'nly  Peace  on  Earth, 
Good  Will  to  Men,  to  Angels  Joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  Birth.] 

HYMN     XX. 

Love  to  Enemies  :  or,  the  Love  of  Chrift  to  Sinners, 
typified  in  David, 


•B 


EHOLD  the  Love,  the  gen'rous  Love, 
That  holy  David  mows  ; 
Hark  !  how  his   founding  Bowels  move 
To   his  afflidled    Foes ! 


2»  When  they  are  fick,  his  Soul  complains, 
And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ! 
The  Spirit  of  the  Gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  Heart. 

3.  How  did  his  flowing  Tears  condole, 

As  for  a  Brother  dead ! 
And  fading  mortify'd  his  Soul, 
While  for  their  Life    he  pray'd. 

4.  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  Bed, 

B  2  Ye; 


( *> ) 

Yet  dill  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 
And  double  Bleflings  on  his  Head 
The  righteous   God  returns* 

5,  O  glorious   Type  of  hev'nly  Grace  ! 

Thus  Chrift  the   Lord  appears; 
While    Sinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with   Tears. 

6.  He  the  true  David,  Ifr'el's  King, 

Bleit  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  Rebels   dead  in  Sin, 
Paid  his   own  deareft   Blood. 


rB 


HYMN     XXI. 

Chrift  The  Fou7idation  of  the  Church. 
EHOLD    the  fure  foundation  Stone, 


Which   God  in    Zion   lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  Hopes  upon, 
And    his  eternal   Praife* 

2.  Choien  of  God,  to  Sinners  dear, 
And  Saints  adore  the  Name, 

They  draft  their  whole  Salvation  here, 
Nor  mail  they  fuffer  Shame. 

3.  The  foolifti   Builders,  Scribe  and  rrieft, 
Rejeift  it  with  Difdain  ; 

Yet  on  this  Rock  the  Church  fhall  reft, 
And  Envy  rage  in  vain. 

4.  What  tho'  the  Gates  of  Hell  withftood 
Vet  mud  this  Building  rife  ; 

'Tis  thy  own  Work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'ious  in  our  Eyes.. 

HYMN     XXII. 

T^t  rspenthig  Prodigal. 
1.  "O    HOLD    he  Wretch  whofe  Lull  and  Wine 
JD  Had  wafted  his  Eftate,  He 


(  xi   ) 

He  begs  a  Share  among  thd  Swine, 
To  tafte  the  Hulks  they  eat ! 

2#  "I  die  with  Hunger,  here  he  cries  ; 
"I  ftarve  in  foreign  Lands  ; 
"  My  Fathers  Houfe  has  large   Supplies, 
"And  bounteous  are  his  Hands. 

3.  "I'll  go  and  with  a  mournful  Tongue 

"Fall  down  before  his  Face  ; 
"Father  I've  done  thy  Juftice  wrong, 
"Nor  can  deferve  thy  Grace/ l 

4.  He  faid  and   haften'd  to  his   Home, 

To  feek  his  Father's  Love  ; 
The  Father  faw  the     Rebel   come, 
And  all  his   Bowels  move. 

5.  He  ran     and  fell  upon  his  Neck, 

Embrac'd   and  kifs'd  his  Son  : 
The  Rebel's  Heart   with  Sorrow  brake, 
For  Follies  he  had  done. 

6.  "Take  of  his  Clothes    of  Shame  and   Sin," 

[The    Father   gives  Command] 

"Drefs  him  in  Garments   white  and   clean, 

" With  Rings  adorn  his  Hand. 

7.  "A  Day  of  Feafting  I  ordain  ; 

"Let  Mirth   and   Joy  abound; 
"My  Son  was   dead,  and  lives    again, 
Was  loft,  and   now  is  found. " 

HYMN     XXIII. 

The    Poof  ofBethefda. 

i.T>  E  SIDE  the  Gofpel  Pool 
.D   Appointed  for  the  Poor  ; 
From  Year  to  Year,  my  helplefs  Soul 
Has  waited  for  a  Cure, 

B  3  2,  How 


( & ) 

2¥  How  often  hare  I  feen 

The   healing  Waters  move  ! 
And  others,  round   me,  ftepping  in 
Their  Efficacy  prove  ! 

3.  But  my  Complaints  remain, 

I  feel  the  very  fame  : 
As  full  of  Guilt,  and  Fear,  and  Pain, 
As  when  at  firft  I  came. 

4.  O  would  the  Lord  appear 

My  Malady  to  heal  [ 
He  knows  how  long  I've  languiuVd  here, 
And  what  Diltrefs  I  feel. 

5.  How  often  have  I  thought 

Why   mould  I   longer  lie  ? 
Surely  the  Mercy  I  have  fought 
Is  not  for  fuch  as  I. 

6.  But  whither  can  I  go  t 

There  is  no  other  Pool ; 
Where  Streams  of  Sov'reign  Virtue  flow 
To  make  a  Sinner  whole* 

7.  Here  then,  from  Day  to  Day, 

I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try  : 
Can  Jefus  hear  a  Sinner  pray, 
Yet  fuifer  him  to  die  ? 

8.  No  :    He  is  full  of  Grace  ; 

He  never  will  permit 
A  Soul,  that  fain  would  fee  his  Face, 
To  perifh  at  his  Feet. 


B 


HYMN    XXIV. 

ESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  Youth 
The  Gift  of  faving  Grace  ; 
And  let  the  Seed  offacred   Truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  Place. 

2.  Grace 


03  ) 

2#  Grace  is  a  Plant,  where'er  it  grows,, 
Of  pure  and  Keav'nly   Root  ; 
But  faireft  in  the  Youngeft  fhews, 
And  yields  the  fweeteit  fruit. 

3.  Ye  carelefs  Ones,  C   hear  betimes 
The  Voice  of  Scv  reign  Love  ! 
Your  Youth  is  ftain'd  with  many  Crimes, 
But  Mercy  reigns  above* 

4»  True,  you  are  Young,  but  there's  a  Stone 
Within  the  youngeft  Breaft  ; 
Or  half  the  Crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  reft. 

5.  For  you  the  public  Pray'r  is  made, 

Oh  !  join  the  public  Pray'r  ! 
For  you  the  fecret  Tear  is  fhed  ; 
O  ftied  yourfelves  a  Tear  ! 

6.  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The   Spirit's   Pow'r  to  teach  : 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jefus,   whom  we  preach. 

HYMN     XXV. 

Chrift  our  Wifdom,  Right  eousnefs,  Salification  and 
Redemption „     1   Cor.  i,  30. 

BELIEVERS  own  they  are  but  blind 
They  know  themfelves  Unwife  ; 
But  Wifdom  in  the  Lord  they  find, 
Who   opens  all  their  Eyes. 

2.  Unright'ous  are  they  all,  when  try'd; 

But  God    himlelf  declares, 
In  Jefus  they  are  juftify'd  ; 
His  Right'ousnefs  is  theirs. 

3,  That  we're  Unholy  needs  no  Proof; 

B  4  We 


(    M    ) 

We  fbrely  feel  the  Fall  : 
But  Chrift  has  Holinefs  enough 
To  fanclify   us   all. 

4.  Expos'd  by  Sin  to  God's  juft  Wrath, 

We  look  to  Chrift  and  view 
Redemption  in  his  Blood  by  Faith  ; 
And  lull  Redemption  too  . 

5.  Some  this,  fome  that,  good  Virtue  teach, 

To  redtify  the  Soul ; 
But  we  firft  after  Jefus  reach, 
And  riclily  grafp  the   Whole^ 

6.  To  Jefus  join'd  we  all  that's  Good, 

From  him,  our  Head,  derive  ; 
We  eat  his  Flefh,  we  drink  his  Bloo$, 
And  by  and  in  him  live. 

HYMN     XXVI. 

The  Beatitudes. 

[i.   T>  LESS'D  are  the  humble  Souls  that  fee 
JD    Their  Emptinefs  and  Poverty  : 
Treafures  of  Grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  Crowns  of  Joy  laid  up  in  Heav'n.] 

[2.  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  of  broken  Heart, 

Who  mourn  for  Sin  with  inward  Smart; 
The  Blood  of  C  h  r  1  s  t  divinely  flows, 
A  healing   Balm  for  all  their   Woes,] 

[3.  Blefs'd  are  the  Meek,  who  Hand  afar 
From  Rage  and  P  anion*  Noife  and  War; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  State, 
And  plead  their  Caufe  againfl  the  Great.] 

£4.  Blefs'd  are  the  Souls  that  third  for  Grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  Right'oufnefs  ; 
They  mail  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed, 
With  living  Streams  and  living  Bread.] 

[5.  Blefs'd 


[$.  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  whofe  Bowels  moVc?, 
And  melt  witft  Sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  lord  mall  they  obtain 
Like  Sympathy  and  Love  again.] 

[6.  Blefs'd  are  the  Pure,  whofe  Hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  Pow'r  of  Sin ; 
With  endlefs  Pleafure  they  mall  fee 
A  G  o  d  of  fpotlefs    Purity.  "| 

[7.  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  of  peaceful  Life, 

Who  quench  the  Coals  of  growing  Strife  ; 
They  lhall  be  call'd  the  Heirs  of  Blifs, 
The  Sons  of  G  o  d,  the  G  o  d  of  Peace."! 

[8.  Blefs  d  are  the  Suff  'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  Shame  for  Jefus    fake  ; 
Their  Souls  lhall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  Joy  are  their  Reward,] 

H  Y  M  N     XXVII. 

On  ths  Death  of  a  Saint, 

I.DLESSED  are  they  ( the  Scriptures  fay  ) 
-D   That  dying  win  the  Prize, 

For  reft  they  mail,  their  good  works  all 
Do  follow  them  likewife. 

2.  Death's  but  a  Sleep,  why  mould  we  weep 
For  thofe  in  Chrift  who  die  ? 

Since  this  we  know  to  peace  they  go. 
And  Joys  poflels  on  High. 

3.  Altho'  to   Duft  their  Bodies   muft 

Be  turn'd  beneath  the  Clod, 
Yet  they  fhall  rife  above  the   Skies, 
And  ever  live  with  God. 

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4.  Chrift  will  aloud  before  the  Croud 

Compos'd    of  Adam's  Race, 
Confefs  them  dear,  who  own'd  him  here. 
And  bore  for  him  Dhgrace, 

5.  Robes  they  mall  have  that  will  outbrave 

The  Whitenefs  of  the   Snow ; 
Moft  pure  and  bright,  like  mining  Light ; 
Such  Jefus  will  beftow. 

6.  Then  why  need  we  dejected  be  ? 

Our  lofs  is  their  great  Gain  ; 
For  they  mail  Hand  at   Chrift's  right  Hand, 
And  with  their  Saviour  reign. 

7.  Their  happy  Days  are  fpent  in  Praife, 

While  here  we  figh  and  groan ; ' 
Could  we  but  fee  how  bleit  they  be, 
'Twould  make  us  ceafe  to  moan. 

8.  If  there  was  End,  'twould  Trouble  fend, 

And  would  eclipfe  the  Joy, 
But  'tis  not  fo3  they'll  never  go 
Out  of  that  fweet  Employ. 

9.  When  they've  been  there  ten  Million  Years, 

And   Millions  more   are  done, 
They've  no  lefs    Days  to  fing  God's   Praife 
Then  when  they  firft  begun. 

HYMN     XXVIIL 

A  biejfid  Co/pel. 

1 .  DLEST  are  the  Souls  that  hear  and  know 

The  Gofpel's  joyful   Sound  ; 
Peact,  (hall  attend  the  Path  they  go, 
And  Light,  their   Steps  furround. 

2.  Their  Joy  mall  bear  their  Spirits  up, 

Thro'  their  Redeemer's  Name ; 

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His  Righteoufnefs  exalts  their  Hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3.  The  Lord  our  Glory  and  Defence, 
Strength,  and  Salvation  gives; 
Ifrael,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

HYMN  XXIX. 

A Song  of   Praife  for  the  GofpeU 

I#  DLEST  be  my  God  that  I  was  born, 
To  hear  the  Gofpel  found ; 
That  I  was  born  to   be   baptiz'd, 
And  bred  on  holy  Ground  : 

2»  That  I  was  bred  where  God  appears 
With  Tokens  of  his  Grace  ; 
The  Lines  are  fallen  unto  me 
In  a  mod  pleafant  Place. 

3.  I  might  have  been  a  Pagan  bred. 

Or  elfe  a  veiled  Jew, 
Or  cheated  with  the  Al  Koran 
Amongft  the  Turkifh  Crew. 

4.  So  in  a  Dung'on  dark  as  Night 

I  might  have  fpent  my  Days ; 
But  thou  haft  lent  me  Gofpel-Light, 
To  thine  eternal  Praife* 

5.  The  Sun  that  rofe  up  in  the  Eaft, 

And  drove  the  Shades  away, 
Its  healing  Wings  have  reach 'd  the  Weft, 
And  turn'd  the  Night  to  Day, 

6.  Bleft  be  my  God  for  what  I  fee, 

My  God  for  what  I  hear, 
I  hear  fuch  blcfted  News  from  Heav'n 
Not  Earth  nor  Hell  I  fear. 

7. 


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7.  J  hear  my  Lord  for  me  was  born, 

My  Lord  for  m  1  did  die, 
My  Lord  for  me  did  rile  again, 
And  did  afcend    on   High  ; 

8.  On  High  he  ftands  to  plead   my  Caulfe, 

And  will  return   again, 
And  fet  me  on  a  glorious   Throne, 
And  I  with  him  mail  reign. 

HYMN     XXX. 

Charity  to  the  Poor  :  or,  Pity  f  the  Affliaed. 

1.  IDLEST  is  the  Man  whofe  Bowels  move, 
*-*  And  melt  with  Pity   to  the   Poor  ; 
Whofe  Soul,  by  Sympathizing  Love, 

Feels  what  his  Fellow-Saints  endure. 

2.  His   Heart  contrives   for  their   Relief, 

More  Good  than  his  own  Hands   can  do ; 
He,  in  the  Time  of  gen'ral   Grief, 

Shall  find  the   Lord  has   Bowels  too. 

3.  His   Soul  fhall  live  fecure   on  Earth, 

With  fecret  Bleflings  on  his  Head, 
When  Draught,  and  Peftilence,  and  Dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their   Dead. 

4.  Or  if  he  Languifh  on  his  Couch, 

GOD  will  pronounce  his  Sins  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  Touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  Soul  to   Heav'n. 

HYMN    XXXL 

1.  "DLEST  is  the  Man  who  fhuns  the  Place 

Where  Sinners  love  to  meet  ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  Ways, 
And  hates  the  Scoffer's  Seat ; 

2.  Bui:  in  the  Statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  Delight ; 

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By  Day  he  reads  or  hears  the  Word, 
And  meditates    by    Night, 

3*.  (He   like  a  Plant  of  gen'rous   kind, 
By   living  Waters   fet, 
Safe  from  the   Storms  and  blafting  Wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful   State, ) 

4.  Green  as  the   Leaf,  and   ever   fair 
Shall  his   Profeffion  mine, 
While  Fruits  of  Holinefs  appear 
Like  Clutters  on  the   Vine. 

J.  Not  io  th'  Impious  and    Unjuft  ; 
What   vain  Defigns  they   form  ! 
Their  Hopes  are  blow'n  away  like  Duft, 
Or  Chaff  before  the    Storm. 

6.  Sinners  in  Judgment  fhall  not   ftand 

Amongft  the  Sons  of   Grace, 
When  Chrift    the  Judge  at   his  right  Hand, 
Appoints  his  Saints  a   Place. 

7.  His  Eye  beholds  the  Path    they  tread  ; 

His  Heart  approves  it  well  ; 
But  crooked  Ways  of  Sinners  lead 
Down  to  the  Gates  of  Hell. 

HYMN  XXXII. 

The  Lord's   Day ;   or,  the  Refurreftion  of  Chrift. 

1,  "DLEST  Mornincr,  whofe  young  dawning  Rays 

Behold  our  rifing  God, 
That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  Duft, 
And  leave  his   dark  Abode. 

2.  In  the   cold  Prifon  of  a   Tomb, 

The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  Skies  had  brought, 
The  Third,  th'appointed  Day. 

3.  Hell 


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I ,  Hell  and  the  Grave  unite  their  Force. 
To  hold  our   God  in  vain, 
The  fleeping  Conqueror  arofe, 
And  burft  their  feeble  Chain. 

4^  To  thy  great  Name,  Almighty  Lord, 
Thefe  facred  Hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  Hofannas  mall  proclaim 
The  Triumph  of  the  Day. 

[5,     Salvation  and  immortal  Praife 
To  our  Victorious  King ; 
Let  Heav'n,  and  Earth,  and  Rocks  and  Seas> 
With  glad  Hofannas  ring- J 

HYMN    XXXIII.- 

The     jubelee. 

1.  DLOW   ye  the  Trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  folemn  Sound, 
Let  all  the  Nations  know, 

To     Earth's  remoteft  Bounds 
The  Year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ranfom'd  Sinners  home* 

2.  Exalt  the  Son  of  God, 

The  all  atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  thro'  his  Blood 
To  all  the  World  proclaim : 
The  Year,  &c. 

3.  Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought, 

Your  Heritage   above; 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  Gift  of  Jefus  Love  : 
The    Year,  &c. 


The  Gofpel  Trumpet  founds ; 
Let  all  the  Nations  hear, 


And 


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And  Earth's  remotefl  Bounds 
Before  the   Throne  appear : 
The  Year,  &c. 

HYMN     XXXIV. 

1.  "DRIGHT  burning  Beam  of  gofpel  Grace 

Hafte    Lord,  for   to  difplay  ; 
For   to  burn  up   in  all    thy  Saints 
Their  Stubble,  Wood,  and  Hay. 

2.  Break  forth    O    Sun  of  Right'oufnefs 

Unto,  the   perfect    Day ; 
Hafte  Holy  One   unto  thy   Throne, 
Our   Jefus,  hafte   away  I 

3.  But  O,  who  may  abide   the  Day 

When   Zions  King  fhall  reign  ? 
Who  may  abide,  when  he  the  Pride 
Of  all  proud  Flefh  fnall  ftain  ? 

4.  Tremble  ye  carelefs  Ones,  that  are 

At    Eafe  in  Zion,  and 
Wonder  and  Stay,  becaufe  that  Day 
Is   very   nigh   at  Hand  ; 

5.  It  now  doth  dawn ;  the  glorious   Morn 

Begins  for  to    appear  j 
What  elfe  doth  mean   thefe    Lowings,  and 
Thefe  Bleatings  which  we  hear  ? 

6.  The  Saints  do  ling  to  Chrift  their  King, 

Whilft  others  rage  in  Pain, 
Becaufe   His  bright  and  dazzling  Light 
Shines   thro'   the    World   amain. 

7.  Redeemed  Ones,  fing   Praifes,  for 

This  Fire's    but  fent   to   try, 
And  purge  your   Drofs,  that  by  its   Lofs 
Chrift  may  yoU  purify, 

HY  MN 


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HYMN      XXXV. 

Few  faved:    or,   The    Ahnoft  Chrijliansy  the  Hypo* 

criiesy  a?id   Apofiate. 
j.  D  R  O  A  D  is  the  Road  that  leads  to  Death, 
And  Thoufands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wifdom  fhews  a  narrow 'r  Path 
With  here  and   there  a  Traveller. 

2*  t)eny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  Crofs, 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  Command  ; 
Nature  muft  count  her  Gold  but  Drofs, 
If  fhe  would  gain  this  heav'nly  Land. 

g.  The  fearful   Soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  wslks  the  Ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteem'd  almoft  a  Saint, 
And  makes  his  own  Deftnuftion  fure. 

4.  Lord,  let  not  all  my  Hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  Heart  entirely  new, 
Which  Hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  falfe  Apoftates  never  knew* 

HYMN     XXXVI. 

1.  "DURIED  in  Baptifm  with  our  Lord, 
^  We  rife  with   him,  to  Life   reflor'd : 
Not  the  bare  Life  in  Adam  loft, 

But  richer  far  ;  for  more  it  colt. 

2.  Water  can  cleanfe  the  Flefh  we  own  ; 
But    Chrift:  well  knows,  and  Chrift  alone, 
How  dear  to  him  our  Cleanling  flood, 
Baptiz'd  with  Fire,    and  bath'd  in  Blood, 

3.  Hn  was  a  Baptifm  deep   indeed, 
O'er  Feet  and   Body,  Hands  and  Head, 
He  in  his  Body  purg'd  our  Sin : 

A  little  Water  makes  us  clean, 

4.  Not 


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4*  Not  but  we  tafte  his  bitter  Cup  ; 
But  only  he  could  drink  it  up, 
To  burn  for  us  was  his    Defire  : 
And  he  baptizes  us  with  Fire. 

5.  This  Fire  will  not  confume  but  melt, 
How  foft  compar'd  with  that  he  felt  1 
Thus  cleans'd from  Filth,  and  purg'dfrom  Drofi, 
Baptized  Chriftian,  bear  the  Crofs. 

HYMN     XXXVII. 

1.  nY  what  amazing   Ways, 

JJ  The  Lord  vouchfafes  t'explain 
The  Wonders  of  his  Sov'reign   Grace 
Towards  the    Sons  of  Men  ! 

2.  He  fhews  us  firft,  how    foul 

Our   Natur's  made   by  Sin ; 
Then   teaches  the   believing    Soul 
The   Way  to  make  it  clean. 

3.  Our    Baptifm    firft   declares, 

What  need  we've    all  to  cleanfe  ; 
Then   fhews  that  Chrift  to  all  God's   Heirs 
Can    Purity    difpenfe. 

4.  Water  the   Body  laves : 

And   if  'tis   done  by    Faith, 
The    Blood  of  Jefus  furely   faves 
The  finful   Soul  from    Death. 

5",  Water  no    Man  denies  ; 

But,    Brethren   reft  not   there  : 
'Tis   Faith   in    Chrift  that    Juftifies, 
And  makes  the   Confcience    clear. 

*>  Baptiz*d   into    his   Death, 
We  rife    to    Life  divine. 

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The  Holy   Spirit  works  the  Faith  ; 
And  Water  is  the   Sign. 

HYMN    XXXVIII. 

1.  T>  Y  whom  was  David  taught 
Jk-J  To  aim  the  dreadful  Blow, 

When   he  Goliath  fought, 

And  laid   the   Gittite   low  ? 
Nor    Sword  nor   Spear  the   Stripling  took, 
But  chofe  a  Pebble  from  the  Brook. 

2.  'Twas  Ifrael's  God    and   King, 

Who  fent  him  to   the   Fjght ; 
Who   gave  him  Strength  to  fling, 

And    Skill   to  aim   aright, 
Ye   feeble  Saints,  your  Strength   endures, 
Becaufe  young  David's   God   is   yours, 

3.  Who  order'd   Gideon  forth, 

To  Storm  th'  Invaders   Camp, 
With   Arms  of  little  Worth, 

A  Pitcher    and  a  Lamp? 
The   Trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  Hoft  was    overthrown. 

4.  Oh!  I   have    feen  the  Day 

When  with   a   flngle  Word, 
God  helping  me   to   fay, 

«  My    Truft  is   in  the  Lord  ;' • 
My  Soul    has   quelld  a  Thoufand  Foes, 
Fearlefs   of  all  that  would  oppofe. 

5.  But  Unbelief,  Self- Will, 

Self-Right'oufnefs   and   Pride; 
How  often   do  they  ileal 

My  W  eapon  from    my   Side  ? 
,  Yet  David  s   lord,  and   Gideon's  Friend, 
Will  help  his  Servant  to  the   End. 

HYMN 


(  V  ) 

HYMN    XXXIX. 

1.  At  A  N  fuch  poor  feeble  Worms  as  we 
V-/   Praife   and  adore  our  Saviour's  Name? 

Or  bring  a   Tribute,  Lord,  to  thee  ? 

Or  half  thy   Pow'r  and  Love  proclaim  ? 

2.  We  (land  amaz'd,  when  we   behold 

Thy   Glory  and   thy   Beauty,  Lord  ! 
Thy  Love    and  Grace   can  ne'er  be  told, 
Which   thou  to    Mortals  doft    afford. 

3.  Yet  Lord,  we  would    attempt   thy  Praife, 

We  would  exalt  thy  Holy  Name  ; 
Lord,  we  would  walk  in    thy  fweet   Ways  ; 
And  fing,  and  tell  thy  wond'rous  Fame, 

4.  Fain  would  our  Souls  mount  up  to  thee, 

And  Feaft  forever   on  thy   Love ; 
And   praife   the   facred  Deity, 
As  Angels  do    that  dwell  above. 

HYMN     XL. 

Refting   under  the    Crop, 

U  /CHILDREN  of  Ifrael  fee    what  Shade, 
V~>  The  Crofs    does   us   afford  ; 
It  was  for  weary  Travelers  made, 
We  thank  thee   for   it,    Lord. 

2.  Here  let   us   fit,  and   all  prepare 

To   fing  his  worthy  Fame ; 
Who   to   redeem   us  fojourn'd  here, 
Chrift  Jefus  is  his  name. 

3.  We  fing  thy  SufPrings,  Wounds  and   Blood, 

The   Virtue  of  thy    Pain  : 
We  fing  thy  Griefs,  thou   Son   of,  God, 
Thou  Lamb  for  Sinners  flam, 

*.  We  hail  thee,  thou  by  Jews  revil'd, 

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To   thee   we   bow    the   Knees  ; 
Hail  !  very  God,   the  promised  Child, 
The   Prophets  fang  of  thee. 

5.  While  others    Praife   an  unknown  God, 
We   each  will   fing  of   thee  ; 
" Jefus  has  wafli'd   me  in  his    Blood, 
And  liv'd,  and   dy'd  for   me." 

HYMN     XLI. 

The  VUgrwis    Soxg. 

I.    /CHILDREN  of  the   heav'nly   King, 
V-/   As  ye  Journey  fweetly   ling. 
Sing  your   Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  Works  and    Ways ! 

2^  Ye  are   trav'ling   home  to  God, 
In   the   Way  the    Fathers    trod : 
They   are   happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  Happinefs   fhall  fee. 

3.  O  ye  banihVd  Seed   be  glad  ! 

Chrill   our  Advocate  is   made ; 
Us  to    fave    our    Flefh  allumes, 
Brother  to  our  Souls  becomes. 

4.  Shout  ye  little    Flock,    and   bleft, 

You  on  Jefu's    Throne  mail  reft, 
There  your    Seat  is    now  prepar,d, 
There  your  Kingdom,  and   Reward. 

5.  Fear  not   Brethren,  joyful  (land 

On   the  Borders  of  your   Land; 
Jefus  Chrift,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  joyfully  come  on. 

6.  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  Hill  will  follow  thee  !  HYMN 


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HYMN     XLII. 

1.  /CHRIST  the  Lord    is    ris'n  to   Day, 
\*s   Sons   of  Men  and   Angels   fay  ! 

Raife   your   Joys    and    Triumphs   high, 
Sing,  ye   Heav'ns,  and   Earth   reply. 

2.  Love's  redeeming  Work  is   done, 

Fought  the   Fight,  the  Battle  won ; 
Lo !  our  Sun's  Eclipfe   is    o'er, 
Lo !  he  fets    in   Blood   no  more. 

3.  Vain  the  Stone,  the  Watch,  the   Seal, 

Chrift  hath   burft  the  Gates  of  Hell : 
Death  in  vain  forbids   his  Rise, 
Chrift  hath   open'd  Paradife. 

4.  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 

Where,  O   D^ath  is  now   thy    Sting  ? 
Once  he  dy'd  our    Souls  to  fave, 
Where's  thy  Victory,  O  Gi  ave  ? 

5.  Soar  we  now  where   Chrift  hath  led, 

Foil 'wing  our  exalted   Head  ; 
Made  like  him,  Ii^e   him   we   rife, 
Ours  the   Crofs,  the  Grave,   the  Skies, 

6.  What  tho'  once   we   perifh'd   all, 

Partners  of  our  Parents  Fall  ; 
Second    Life  'we   all   receive, 
In    our  heav'nly   Adam    live, 

7.  Hail  the  Lord   of  Earth   and    Heav'n ! 

Praife  to  thee  by  both   be  giv'n  ! 
Thee  we    Greet   Triumphant  now, 
Hail  the  I  .efurrecftion — thou  ! 

S.  King  of  GhVy  !  Soul  of  Blifs  ! 
Everlaftin^   Life  is  this — 
Thee  to  J^now — thy  Pow'r  to    prove, 
Thus  to  fling,  and  thus    to  love. 

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HYMN     XLIII. 

On  the  Passion. 

I.    y^OME,  all  ye    Chofen  Saints  of  God, 
K^/   That  long  to  feel  the  cleanfing  Blood, 
In  penfive  pleafure  join  with  me, 
To  fing  of  fad   Gethfemane. 

3,  Gethfemane   the  Olive  Prefs  ! 

(And  why  fo   call'd,  let  Chriftians  guefs) 
Fit  Name !  Fit  Place!  where  Vengeance  (trove* 
And  grip'd  and  grappled   hard  with  Love. 

3.  'Twas    here  the  Lord  of  Life  appear'd, 

Andfigh'dj  andgroan'dand  pray '  d  and  fear'd  ; 
Bore  all  incarnate  God  could   bear, 

With  Strength  enough — and  none  to  fpare. 

4.  The  Pow'rs  of  Hell  united  prefs'd, 

And  fqueez'd  his  Heart,  and  bruiz'd  his  Breafl ; 
What  dreadful  Conflicts  rag'd  wihin, 

When  Sweat  and  Blood  f  orc'd  thro*  the  Skin  • 

5.  Difpatch'd  from  Heav'n  an  Angel  ftood, 

Amaz'd  to   find  him  bath'd  in  Blood  ; 
Ador'd  by  Angels,  and  obey'd ; 

But  lower  now  than  Angels  made. 

6.  He  ftood  to  ftrengthen,  not   to  fight 

Juftice   exacts  its  utmoft    Mite. 
This   Victim    Vengeance  will  \purfue  ; 
He  undertook,  and  muft  go  through. . 

7.  Three  favor'd  Servants  leltnoA  far, 

Were  bid   to  wait  and  water1  rthe  war; 
But  Chrift  withdrawn,  what  W)   tch  we  keep  ! 
To< fhun  the  Sight,  they  lung    in  Sleep. 

8.  Backwards  and  forwards  thrid  1  he  ran, 

As   if  he  fought  fome  Help  from  Man  ; 

Or 


(  19  ) 

Or  wifh'd   at  leatl  they  would  condole 
( 'Twas   all  they  could  )  his  tortnr'd  Soul. 

9.  Whatever  he   fought  for,   there  was  none ; 

Our  Captain  fought  the  Field   alone  ; 
'Soon  as   the    Chief  to   Battle  led, 
That  Moment  ev'ry  Soldier   fled. 

10.  Myfterious   Conflict !  Dark    Difguife  ! 
Hid   from  all  Creature's    piercing   Eyci ; 

Angels    aftonifh'd  view'd    the  bcene, 
And  wonder    yet  what  all  could  mean. 

11.  Oh,    Mount   of  Olives  !  facred   Grove  ! 

Oh,  Garden,  Scene  of  tragic  Love  ! 
"What  bitter  Herbs  thy  Beds  produce  J 
How  rank  their  Scent  1  How  harm  their  Juice ! 

12.  Rare   Virtues  now   thofe  Herbs  contain  : 

The   Sav'our  fuck'd  out  all  their  Bane. 
My   Mouth  with   thefe  if  Confcience  cram, 
I'll  eat   them   with  the   Pafchal  Lamb. 

I3#  Oh,  Kedron,  gloomy   Brook,   how  foul 
Thy   black    polluted  Waters  roll  ! 
No  Tongue  can  tell   ( but  fome  can  tafle  ) 
The  Filth   that  into  thee  was  cafl. 

14*  In    Eden's  Garden    there  was   Food 
Of  ev'ry  kind   for   Man,    while  good ; 
But,  baniftVd  thence,  we  fly  to   thee, 
O  Garden  of  Gethfemane, 

HYMN    LXIV. 

The  Love  of  Christ  fhed  abroad  i?i  the  Heart, 

I.   pOME,    dearefl:  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
V_/   By  Faith  and  Love  in  ev'ry  preaft  ; 
Then  mail  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
The  Joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

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2,  Come,  fill  our  Hearts  with  inward  Strength? 

Make  our  enlarged   Souls  poflefs, 
And  learn  the  Height,  and  Breadth,  and  Length, 
Of  thine  unmeafurable   Grace. 

3,  Now  to  the  God   whofe   Pow'r  can  do 

More  than  our  Thoughts  and  Wifhes  know, 
Be  everlafting    Honours   done 
By   all  the  Church,  thro'  Christ  his  Son. 


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HYMN     LXV. 

OME,  defcend,  O  heav'nly  Spirit, 
Fan  each  Spark  into  a  Flame, 
Bieffings  let  us  now  inherit, 

Bleflings  that  we  cannot   Name,  * 
Whilft   Hofannas   we   are   fmging, 

May   our   Hearts  in  Rapture   move, 
Feel  new  Grace  in    them  itill   fpringing, 
Breathe  the  Air  of  pureft   Love, 

Let  us  fail  in  grace's  Ocean, 

Float   on  that  unbounded  Sea, 
Guided   into  pure    Devotion, 

Kept  from  Paths  of  Error  free  : 
On  thy  heav'nly  Manna  feeding, 

Screen'd  from  ev'ry  envious  Foe  ; 
Love,  O  Love  for  Sinners  bleeding, 

All  for  thee  we  would  forego. 

,  Keep  us,  Lord  ftill  in  Communion, 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  thee  ; 
Sinking  in    the  fweeteft  Union 

Of  that  heart-felt  Myftery; 
Keep  us   fafe  from  each  Delufion, 

Well  protected  from  all  Harms ; 
Free  from  Sin  and   all  Confufion, 

Circle  us  within  thy   Arms* 

HYMN 


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HYMN     XLVI. 

Redeeming  Love, 

1.  ^>rOME   heav'nly   Love,  infpire  my  Song, 
V./     With  thy  immortal   Flame  ; 

And    teach  my  Heart,  and  teach  my  Tongue, 
The   Saviour's  lovely   Name. 

2.  The   Saviour!  O  what  endlefs  Charms 

Dwell  in  the  blifsful   Sound  ! 
Its   Influence   ev'ry    Fear  difarms, 
And   fpreads   fweet    Comfort  round, 

3.  Here   Pardon,  Life,  and  Joys  divine, 

In   rich   Effufion    flow, 
For   guilty   Rebels  loft  in  Sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endlefs  Woe. 

4.  God's  only  Son,  (ftupendous  Grace!) 

Forfook    his    Throne    above  ; 
And  fwift  to  fave  our  wretched  Race, 
He    flew  on   Wings  of  Love, 

5.  Th*  Almighty   former    of  the    Skies 

Stoop'd    to  our  vile  Abode  ; 
While  Angels   view'd  with  wondring  Eyes, 
And  hail'd   th'  incarnate  God, 

6.  O  the   rich  Depths  of  Love  divine  I 

Of  Blifs,  a  boundlefs  Store  : 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
1  cannot  wifh  for  more, 

7.  On  thee  alone  my  Hope  relies, 

Beneath   thy  Crofs    I    fall  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,   my   Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and   my   all, 

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HYMN    XLVII. 

1.  /^OME  hither  ye,  that  fain  would  know 
\^/  Th1  exceeding  Sinfuinefs  of  Sin : 

Come  fee  a  Scene    of  matchlefs  Woe  ; 
And  tell  me  what  it  all  can  mean. 

2.  Behold  the  darling  Son  of  God, 

Bow'd  down  with  Horror  to  the  Ground, 
Wrung  at  the  Heart,  and  fweating   Blood, 
His  Eyes  in  Tears  of  Sorrow  drown'd, 

3.  See  how  the  Victim  panting  lies, 

His  Soul  with  bitter  Anguim  preft, 
He  lighs,  he  faints,  he  groans,  he  cries, 
Diimay'd,  dejected,  fhock'd,  diftreft. 

4.  What  Pangs  are  thefe  that  tear  his  Heart  ! 

What  Burden's  this  that's  on   him  laid  ? 
What  means  this  Agony  of  Smart  ? 

What  makes  our    Maker  han«;  his  Head  * 

5.  'Tis  Juftice  with  its  Iron  Rod, 

Inflicting;  Strokes  of  Wrath  divine  : 
'Tis  the  vindictive  Hand  of  God, 
Incens'd  at  all  your  Sins,  and  mine. 

6.  Deep  in  his  Breaft  our  Names  were  cut, 

Ke  undertook  our  defp'rate  Debt, 
Such  Loads  of  Guilt  were  on  him  put, 
He  could  but  juft  fuftain  the  Weight. 

7.  Then  let  us  not  ourfelves  deceive  : 

For  while  of  Sin  we  lightly   deem, 
Whatever  Notions  we  may   have, 
Indeed  we  are  not  much  like  him. 

H  Y  M  N  XLVHl. 

Breathing   after   the    Hoh  Spirit ;    or,   Fervency    of 

1       Devotion    defired. 

1,   pOME,  Holy  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Dove, 
V»/  With  all  thy  quiek'ning  Pow'rs,         Kin- 


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Kindle  a  Flame  of  facred  rLove 
In  thefe  cold    Hearts  of  ours. 

2,  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thcfe  trifling  Toys ; 
Our   Souls   can    neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal   Joys. 

3.  In   vain  we  tune  our  formal  Songs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 
Hofannas  languifh  on   our  Tongues, 
And   our    Devotion    dies. 

4.  Dear   Lord  !  and  ihall   we  ever  lie 

At  this   poor  dying  Rate  ; 
Our  Love  ib   faint,  fo  cold  to  th<?e  ? 
And   thine  to  us  fo  great  v 

5,  Come,  Holy  Spirit  Heav'nly  Dove, 

With   all   thy   quick'ning   Pow'rs, 
Come,  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  Love, 
And  that  lhall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN     XLIX. 

Defiring  to  love   Christ, 

1,  /^tOME  let  me  love;  or  is  my  Mind 
V>  Harden'd  to  Stone,  or  froze  t©  Ice  I 

I  fee  the  blefled   fair  one  bend, 

And  ftoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  Skies. 

2,  O  !  'tis  a  Tkought  would   melt  a  Rock, 
And  make  an  Heart  of  Iron  move, 

That  thofe  fweet   Lips,  that  heav'nly  Look^ 
Should  feek  and  wiih  a  Mortal's  love  . 

3,  I  was  a  Traytor  doom'd  to  Fire, 
Bound  to  fuftain  eternal  pains  ; 

He  flew  on  Wings  of  ftrong  Defire, 
Afliim'd  my  Guilt,  and  took  my  Chains. 

4.  Infinite 


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4*  Infinite     Grace  !    Almighty  Charms  ! 

Stand  in  amaze.  O  Earth  and  Skies  ! 
Jesus  the  God  with  naked  Arms, 
Hangs  on  a  Cro(s  of   Love   and  dies. 

5,  Did  Pity  ever  ftoop    fo  low, 

Drefs'd  in  Divinity  and  Blood  I 

Was  ever  Rebel  courted  fo 

With  Groans  of  an  expiring  Gopf 

6.  Again  he   lives,  and  fpreads  his  Hands, 

Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  tor t' ring  Smart ; 
By  diefe  dear  Wounds,  fays  he  :  and  ftands 
And  prays  to   clafp  me  to  his  Heart, 

7»  Sure  I  muft   Love  ;    or   are  my  Ears 

Still  deaf,  nor   will   my   Paffions   i'nove ; 
Then  let  me  melt  this   Heart  to  Tears  : 
This  Heart  fhall  yield  to  Death  or  Love, 

HYMN     L.     • 

To  Jefus  Cbrifl. 

1 .  f^i  O  M  E  let  us  all  unite  to  praile 
v^/   The  Saviour   of  Mankind, 

Our  thankful   Hearts  in  folemn  lays, 
Be  with    our   Voices  join'd. 

2.  But  how   fhall  Duft  his  Worth  declare, 

When  Angels  try  in   vain  ; 
Their  Faces  veil  when  they  appear 
Before  the  Son  of  Man. 

3.  O  Lord,  we  cannot  Silent  be, — . 

By  Love  we  are   conftrain'd 
To  offer  our  beft  Thanks  to  Thee, 
Our    Saviour,  and   our  Friend  ! 

4.  Tho'  feeble    are   our  beft   Eflays, 

Thy   Love  will  not  defpife, 

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Our  grateful  Songs  of  humble  Praife, 
Our  well -meant   Sacrifice. 

5,  Let  ev'ry  Tongue  thy   Goodnefs  fhow, 

And  fpread  abroad    thy    Fame ; 
Let   ev'ry  Heart  with   Praife  o'erflow, 
And  blefs  thy   facred   Name ! 

6.  Worfhip  and  Honour,  Thanks  and  Love, 
,  Be   to    our    Jefus  giv'n  I 

By  Men   below, — by   Holts  above, — 
By  all  in  Eearh   and  Heav'n  [ 

HYMN     LI. 

The    Tree    of  Life, 

I.  /^O ME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  Tune 
y*s   To   our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  Saints  on  High   around  his  Throne, 
And  we  around  his  Board. 

2.  While   once  upon  this  lower  Ground, 
Weary   and   faint  ye  ftood, 
What  dear  Refrefhments  here  ye  found, 
From  this  immortal   Food  ? 

3„  The  Tree  of  Life,  that  near  the  Throne 
In  Heav'ns  high  Garden  grows, 
Laden  with   Grace,  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever  fmiling    Boughs. 

£4,  Hov'ring  among   the  Leaves,     there   ftands 
The   fweet   celeftial    Bove ; 
And   Jefus  on  the  Branches   hangs 
The    Banner   of  his   Love.] 

[5.  'Tis  a   young   Heav'n   of  ftrange  Delight, 
While   in   his   Shade    we    fit; 
His   Fruit    is    pleafmg   to  the    Sight, 
And    to  the  Tafte   as  fweet, 

I  6.  New 


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6.  New   Life    it  fpreads  through  dying  Hearts, 

And  cheers  the   drooping   Mind  ; 
Vigour   and  Joy  the  Juice  imparts, 
Without  a    Sting  behind.] 

7.  Now  let  the  flaming  Weapon  ftand, 

And  guard  all  Eden's  Trees, 
There's   ne'er  a    Plant  in  all  that  Land, 
That  bears  fuch   Fruit  as  thefe. 

8.  Infinite  Grace  our  Souls  adore, 

Whofe  wond'rous  Hand   has   made 
This  living  Branch   of  fov 'reign  Pow'r, 
To   raife  and   heal    the    Dead* 

HYMN     LII. 

CHRIST  JESUS,  the   Lamb  of  GOD,  worjhipped 
by  all  the   Creation, 

1.  f^i  OME  let   us  join  our  chearful  Songs 
V^   With  Angels   round  the  Throne  ; 

Ten   Thoufand    Thoufand  are  their  Tongues, 
But  all  their  Joys  are  One, 

2.  Worthy  the   Lamb  that   dy'd  they  cry, 

"  To   be   exalted  thus  ;  " 
Worthy  the   Lamb,  "  our  Lips  reply," 
For  he  was  flain  for  us. 

3.  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  Pow'r  Divine  ; 
And  Blefling  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4.  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  Sky, 

And  Air,  and  Earth,  and  Seas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  Glories  High, 
And   fpeak  thine  endlefs   Praife. 

5.  The  whole-  Creation  join  in  One, 

To 


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To  blefs  the  facred  Name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the   Throne, 
And  to  adore  the   Lamb. 

HYMN     LIII. 

The      PENITENT      THIEF. 


COIN 


OME  fee  the  Pow'r  of  Chrift  our  King, 


hen   on  the  Crofs   the  Saviour   hung, 
His  Grace  a  dying   Thief  did  bring, 

To  own  him  with  his  Heart  and  Tongue. 

2.  One  Malefactor  fcorn'd  Chrift's  Name, 
The   other  did  his  Sin   reprove  ; 
Then  faid  by   Faith  to  God's  dear    Lamb: 
"  Remember  me  O   Lord  above. 9' 

3#  What  noble  Faith  in  him  appear 'd, 
That  he  could  trull  the  dying  Lord  ! 
He  foon  the   bleised  Jefus  heard 

Pronounce  this   fweet  reviving  Word  : 

4»  Amen,  this    Day  thy  Soul   fhall    be 
"  With    me  in  Paradife  above." 
This  made   the   dying   Pris'ner  free  ; 
Thefe   Words  were  full  of  boundlefs  L 

5.  What  Comfort   did   this  Speech  convey, 

To  his  poor  guilty  wretched  Mind  ! 
When  thus  he  heard   the    Saviour  fay- 
Great  Peace  the   Criminal   did  find. 

6.  Thus  Jefus  Chrift  forgave  the  Thief, 

And  fhew'd  great    Mercy  to  the  Man  j 
So  in  the  midft   of  Woe  and   Grief, 
His    Joy    and   Happinefs   began. 

7.  O  how   he  lings  the    Saviour's  praife, 

Who  took  him  at   the  very  laft, 
When  he   his  youthful  Strength   and   Daj 
Jn   Satan's  Caufe  had  fpent  and  paft  ! 

8,  Now 


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S.  Now  he   adores   God's  holy  Name, 

And  ftands  before  the  Saviours  Face ; 
And  will  eternally  proclaim 

The  bound  lefs  lliches  of  his  Grace ! 

HYMN    LIV. 

De firing  to  praife  worthily, 

1.  /^r  OME    thou   Fount  of  ev'ry    BleflingJ 
V^   Tune  my  Heart  to   ling  thy  Grace! 
Streams  of  Mercy  never  ceaiing, 

Call   for    Songs  of  loudeft    praife ; 
Teach  me  fome   melodious  Sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming   Tongues   above; 
Praife   the    Mount — Fin  fixt  upon   it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  Love! 

2.  Here  I  raife  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither   by  thy  Help  I'm    come ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy   good  Pleafure, 

Safely   to   arrive   at  Home ; 
Jefus   fought  me,  when  a   Stranger, 

Wandering  from   the  Fold   of  God, 
Ie   to  refcue  me   from   Danger, 

Interpos'd  his   precious   Blood. 

h,  to  Grace,  how  great  a  Debtor, 
Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to   be  ! 
t  that  Grace,  Lord,  like  a  Fetter, 
Bind  my   wand 'ring   Soul  to  thee ! 
one  to  wander,  Lord  I   feel  it  ! 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love- 


tere's   my   Heart— Oh  take   and  feal  it! 
Seal  it  for.  thy  Courts  above  ! 

Oh  that  Day  when  freed  from   Sinning! 

I  Ihall   fee  thy  lovely  Face  ! 
Clothed  in  thy  Blood-wajh'd  Linnen, 

How 


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How  I'll  fing  thy  Sov'reign  Grace  ' 
Come  dear    Lord,  no  longer  tarry, 

Take  my  raptur'd   Soul  away  ; 
Send  thine  Angels   down  to  carry 

Me  to  Realms  of  endlefs   Day. 

$.  If  thou   ever    didft  difcover, 

To  my   Faith  the  promis'd  Land, 
Bid    me  now   the  Stream    pafs   over, 

On   the   heav'nly    Borders    ftand ; 
Now  furmount   whate'er   oppofes, 

And  to  thine    Embrace    I  '11   fly  ; 
Speak  the   Word  thou    fpake  to    Mofes  ; 

Bid  me  ,  "Get  me  up  and  die." 

HYMN     LV. 

I*    y^iOME   thou  long  expected  Jefus ! 
V^   Born  to  fet  thy    People  free  ; 
From   our  Fears    and   Sins   releafe  us, 

Let  us    find  our  Reft  in    thee  ! 
Ifrael's   Strength   and  Confolation, 
Hope  of  all  the   Earth   thou  art ; 
Dear  Defire  of  ev'ry  Nation, 
Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  Heart ! 

2.  Born,  thy    People  to  deliver, 

Born   a   Child,  and  yet   a   King ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us    for   ever, 

Now  thy   gracious    Kingdom   bring ! 
By  thine    own  eternal   Spirit, 

Rule    in  all  our   Hearts  alone ; 
By  thine    All -Sufficient  Merit, 

Raife  us   to   thy  glorious  Throne. 

HYMN     LVI. 


Invitation, 

rs  Poor  a 

ounded, 

D  Jefu? 


I.  POME  ye  Sinners  Poor  and  Wretched, 
Weak  and  Wounded,  Sick  and  Sore, 


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Jefus  ready  ftands  to   fave  you, 
Full  of  Pity,  Love   and  Pow'r ; 
He   is   able, 

He  is  willing ;  doubt  no  more. 

2.  Ho!  ye   Needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's   Free-Bounty    glorify, 
True  Belief  and  true   Repentance, 
Ev'ry  Grace  that  brings   us   nigh, 
Without   Money, 
Come   to   Jefus   Chrift  and  buy* 

3.  Let  not  Confcience   make   you   linger, 

Nor    of   Fitnefs   fondly    dream: 
All    the    Fitnefs  he   requireth 

Is    to    feel   your    Need  of  him; 
This    he   gives   you, 
'Tis  the   Spirit's  glimm'ring   Beam. 

4»  Come   ye  weary,    heavy  laden, 

Bruis'd  and   mangled  by   the    Fall; 
If  you    tarry  till   you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
Not    the    Right'ous, 
Sinners   Jefus    came  to   call. 

5»  Agonizing   in    the   Garden, 

Lo,  your  Maker  proftrate  lies  ! 
On  the   bloody   Tree   behold    him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he    dies, 
«  It   is  finifh'd," 
Sinner,  will   not  this    fuffice? 

6,  Lo !  th' incarnate   God   afcended, 
Pleads   the    Merit    of  his   Blood; 
Venture  on   him,  venture    freely, 
Let  no  other    Truft  intrude  : 
None   but   Jefus, 
Can  do  helplels  Sinners   good. 

7,  Saint* 


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7.  Saints   and   Angels  join'd   in    Cone  t, 
Sing    the    Praifes    of  the    Lamb, 
While    the    blifsful    Seats    of  Heaven 
Sweetly    Echo    with    his    Name, 
Hallelujah ! 
Sinners   here   may    do   the    fame. 

HYMN     LVIL 

The   Difciples  at   Sea. 

1.  /^rONSTRAIN'D  by  their  Lord  to  embark, 
V>  And    venture   without   him    to    Sea. 

The    Seafon    temped' ous    and    dark, 
How   griev'd    the    Difciples    muft   be  ! 

But   tho'    he    remain'd    on    the    Shore, 
He  fpent   the   Night  for  them  in  Pray'r ; 

They   ftill    were    as    fafe    as   before, 
And   equally   under   his   Care. 

2.  They   drove,    tho*   in    vain,    for    awhile, 

The    Force   of    the    Waves   to  jwithftand; 
But   when   they    were  weary'd   with   Toil, 

They    faw   their   dear    Saviour   at   hand ; 
They    gladly    received   him    on    Board, 

His    Prefence    their    Spirits    reviv'd  : 
The    Sea  became   calm    at    his    Word, 

And   foon    at   their  Port    they    arriv'd. 

3.  Believers    now    like    them    are    toft 

By    Storm,s    of  a    perilous    Deep  ; 
But   cannot    be    poflibly    loft 

While    Jefus   has   Charge   of  the    Ship  ; 
Tho^  Billows  and    Winds  are  enrag'd, 

And    threaten    to  make   them    their  Sport  > 
This    Pilot    hath   firmly    engaged 

To    bring   them,    in    Safety,  to    Port. 

4.  If  fometimes    we    ftruggle    alone, 

And   he   is   withdrawn   from   our   View, 
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It    makes  us   more  willing  to  own 
We   nothing   without   him    can    do ; 

Then   Satan   our  Hopes   would   aflail, 
But   Jefus   is   ftill  within   call  ; 

And   when   our   poor    Efforts  quite    fail, 
He     comes   in   good   Time,  and  does   all. 

5.  Yet,    Lord,    we   are  ready  to   fhrink, 

Unlefs    we   thy   Prefence    perceive ; 
O  fave  us    ( we  cry )    or   we  fink, 

We    would,  but   we   cannot    believe : 
The   Night  has   been   long  and    fevere, 

The    Winds    and    the  Seas    are  ftill   high ; 
t)ear    Saviour,  this    Moment  appear, 

And   fay    to  our    Souls,    «  It  is  I  !" 

HYMN     LVIII. 

The  Day  of  Judgtnent, 

1.  TTVAY   of  Judgment,    Day   of  Wonders! 
jLJ  Hark  !    the    Trumpet's  awful    Sound, 

Louder    than  a    Thoufand   Thunders, 
Shakes   the    vaft    Creation    round! 

How   the    Summons 

Will   the   Sinner's   Heart  confound '. 

2.  See    the    Judge  our  Nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd   in    Majefty..  Divine ! 
You   who    long    for    his   Appearing, 

Then   mall   fay,  "This  God   is   mine!,, 
Gracious    Saviour, 

Own   me  in   that  Day   for  thine ! 

3.  At   Ins  Call   the    Dead   awaken, 

Rife    to    Life   from    Earth   and   Sea ; 
All   the   Pow'rs    of  Nature  fhaken 

By   his    Look,  prepare    to    thee : 
Carelefs    Sinner, 

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4.  Horrors  paft   Imagination, 

Will   furprize    your    trembling    Heart, 
When  you    hear   your    Condemnation , 

•'  Hence,    accurfed    Wretch    depart ! 
«  Thou    with    Satan 

"And   his    Angels,    have    thy   Part!" 

5.  Satan,    who  now    tries    to    pleafe    you 

Left   you    timely    Warning  take, 
When   that    Word   is   paft,   will   feize   you, 

Plunge   you    in   the    burning   Lake  : 
Think,    poor   Sinner, 

Thy   eternal    All's   at   Stake  ! 

6.  But   to    thofe    who    have   confefled, 

Lov'd    and   ferv'd    the    Lord    below ; 
He    will    fay,  M  Come    near    ye    Blefled, 

"  See    the    Kingdom    I    bettow ; 
u  You   for    ever 

"  Shall   my    Love    and   Glory    Know," 

7*  Under    Sorrows  and    Reproaches, 

May  this    Thought    your    Courage  raife  I 

Swiftly   God's    great   Day   approaches, 
Sighs   mail    then   be    chang'd    to    Praife: 

We    fliall    Triumph 

When    the    World   is   in   a    Blaze. 

HYMN     LIX. 

A  dying   Saint1  s  Farewell. 

i,  irjEAR   Friends    farewell,    I   go    to  dwell 
^  With   Jefus    Chrift,    on    High ; 
There  for  to    fing,  Praife   to  my  King, 
To   all  Eternity. 

2.  While   I've  been   here  you  have  been  dear, 
I've   always    found  you  kind ; 
But  now   thro'   Grace,  1    quit   this   Place, 
And  leave    you   all  behind.  . 

D  3  3.  Weep 


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3«  Weep  not  for   me,  for  here  yon  fee 
My  Trials  have  been  great ; 
But  now   (  'tis  true  )    I   bid   adieu, 
And  change   my   mournful   State. 

4.  'Twill  not  be   long  before  the  Throng 

Will    all  together  be  ; 
And   you   that   know   the  Lord,  below, 
Shall  then  your   Saviour   fee. 

5.  There  we   fhall  join  in    Songs  divine, 

God's  holy   Name   fhall  Praife  ; 
And   view    thrift's   Smiles,    forget  the   Toils 
Of  thefe  few    evil  Days. 

6.  There   we  fhall  ftand   at  his  right  Hand, 

And   in  his  Prefence   dwell ; 

And   him  adore,  for  ever  more, 

So    Brethren,  now   farewell. 

HYMN     LX. 

Cod  the  only  Refuge   in    Trouble, 

i,  T^EAll  Refuge   of  my  weary   Soul, 
On   thee  when  Sorrows   rife ; 
On  thee,  when    Waves  of  Trouble  roll, 
My   fainting  Hope   relies, 

2.  While  Hope  revives,  tho*  prefs'd  with  Fean, 

And  I  can  fay,  "  My   God," 
Beneath   thy    Feet  I  fpread   my  Cares, 
And  pour  my  Woes   abroad, 

3.  To   thee  I   tell   each  rifing  Grief, 

For   thou   alone   canfl   heal ; 
Thy    Word  can   bring   a  fweet  Relief, 
For  ev'ry  Pain  I  feel. 

4,  But 


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4.  But  oh!  when   gloomy  Doubts  prevail 

I   fear  to   call  thee   mine; 
The  Springs   of  Comfort  feem  to   fail, 
And   all  my  Hopes   decline. 

5.  Yet  gracious   God,  where  mail  I  flee  I 

Thou  art  my  only    Truft ; 
And  ftill  my  Soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Tho'    proftrate  in   the   Dull. 

6.  Haft  thou  net   bid    me    feek   thy  Face  ? 

And    fliall   I  feek  in   vain  ? 
And  can   the    Ear    of  Sov'reign   Grace 
Be    deaf  when    I    complain  ? 

7.  No,    ftill   the    Ear   of    Sov'reign    Grace 

Attends  the    Mourner's  Pray'r  j 
O    may    I   ever  find   Accefs, 

To   breathe    my   Sorrows   there. 

8.  Thy  Mercy-Seat   is   open  ftill; 

Here    let  my   Soul    retreat, 
With  humble    Hope   attend   thy   Will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  Feet, 

HYMN    LXL 

1.  T"\EAR    Lord,   how  wond'rous  is  thy  Love 
jlJ  To    fuch   unworthy  Worms  as   wej 

Thou  haft   fent   down  the   heav'nly  Dove, 
To   fet   our   Souls    at   Liberty, 

2.  We   that  were  doom'd  to    Woe  and  Pain, 

Expos'd   to    Death   of  ev'ry  kind, 
Thro'  Jefus   Chrift,  the   Lamb   once  flain, 
Do    Life,  and    Peace,  and    Pardon  find. 

3.  Shall  \ve    forget  our  Saviour's    Grace, 

Who  ;dy'd  to  fave    our  guilty   Souls, 
And  bring  us   to   his   Father's  Face, 

Where   endlefs   Peace  and   Pleafure  rolls  ? 
D  4  4.  Forbid,  * 


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4,  Forbid,     O    Lord,  each  wand'ring  Thought, 

May  Chrilt   be  all   in   our    Kfteem ; 
Let   earthly    Things   be   all  forgot, 

And  counted   Lois,  compar'd    with   him* 

5,  Lord   Jefus,  make   us   bear  in    Mind 

Thy    rich,    thy    pure   redeeming    Love, 
Till  we    mall  be    for    ever  join'd 

With   thofe   that   ling   thy   Praife  above.. 

6,  Then    Ihall   we   (land    before    thy   Face, 

And    Shout   with  all  the  ranfom'd  Throng ; 
Our  Cry  Ihall  be,  "Free  Grace,  Free  Grace," 
While   endlefs    Ages   roll   along, 

HYMN     LXII. 

Advances  of  Heaven  :  or,  a  Saint  prepared  to  die, 

[1,  TH\EATH   may   diflolve   my    Body   now, 
jL/  And    bear   my    Spirit  home; 
Why   do   my    Minutes   move    fo   flow, 
Nor  my   Salvation  come  ? 

1.  With   Heav'nly  Weapons   I    have  fought 
The    Battles    of  the    Lord, 
FiniuYd   my    Courfe    and   kept  the    Faith, 
And  wait   the  fure  Reward.] 

3.  God   has  laid  up  in  Heav'n   for  me 

A   Crown   which   cannot   fade  ; 
The  right'ous    Judge   of  that    great  Day- 
Shall    place    it  on   my    Head. 

4.  Nor  hath    the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

This    Prize    for  me  alone ; 
But   all  that   love,  and   long  to    fee 
Th*  Appearance   of  his   Son. 

Jems 


(  "57  ) 

5,  Jefus,  the  Lord,  fhall    guard  me  fafe 

From   ev'ry  ill    Defign  ; 
And   to  his    heav'nly    Kingdom   take 
This    feeble    Soul    of  mine. 

6.  God   is    my    everlafting    Aid, 

And    Hell   lhall    rage    in    vain ; 

To    him    be    higkefr.    Glory    paid. 

And   endlefs   Praife.     AMEN. 

HYMN     LXIII. 

Death    dreadful   or    delightful, 

1.  'pvEATH!   >Tis    a   melancholy    Day, 
JL^   To    thofe    that    have    no    God, 

When    the    poor    Soul   is    forc'd    away 
To    feek   her  laft    Abode. 

2,  In    vain   to    Heav'n   fhe    lifts   her    Eyes, 

But    Guilt,   a    heavy    Chain, 
Still   drags   her   downward    from   the  Skies, 
To  Darknefs,    Fire   and    Pain. 

3#  Awake,    and   mourn,    ye   Heirs   of  Hell, 
Let  ftubborn    Sinners   fear  ; 
You   muft    be   driv'n  from  Earth,    and  dwell 
A   long  for   ever    there. 

4.  See    how    the    Pit    gapes   wide    for   you, 

And    flames  m  your   Face ; 
And    thou,   my    Soul,    look    downwards   too, 
And   fing  recov'ring  Grace. 

5.  He    is    a    God  of  Sov'reign   Grace, 

That   promis'd   Heav'n    to  me ; 
And    taught   my    Thoughts   to   foar    above, 
Where    happy    Spirits   be. 

6.  Prepare   me,  Lord,  for  thy  right    Hand, 

Then   come   the   joyful  Day, 

D  5  Come 


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Come   Death  and    fome   celeftial   Band, 
To   bear  my   Soul  away* 

HYMN     LXIV. 

i»  "TJESERTERS,  to   the   Camp   return, 
Refume   your  former   Poft, 
Bewail  your   Crimes,   your    Bafenefs   mourn ; 
For  yet   ye  are  not  loft. 

2.  Your's  is   a  fad,  a   dang'rous   Cafe, 

Be  humble,  and  repent , 
Mercy  you'll    find,  tho    e'er  fo   bafe, 
The   Moment  you  relent, 

3.  Sinners  are    fav'd  by   Jefu's    Blood, 

How    vile   fo  e'er   they   be  ; 

Eternal    Life's   the  Gift  of  God  ; 

And    Gifts    are    always   free. 

4.  'Tis  not  by   Works  of  Right'ousnefs 

Which    any    Man   has   done ; 
But  God  has  fent  his  Son    to  blefs  ;  . 
Return,  and   kifs  the   Son. 

HYMN    LXV. 

1.  T)  I  D   our  I  M  M  A  N  U  E  L  die  for  us, 

To   fave  fuch  poor  rebellious  Men  ? 
Did   he  difplay  his    Pity   thus, 

That   we   might  eome    to    G  O  D   again? 

2.  All   human  Language   wants  a  Name, 

For    this   imfathom'd  wond'rous    Love: 
This  pure   Immortal  fervent  Flame, 
Sprang   only  from  the   GOD   above. 

3.  What  can  we   add  ?   Our  Speech   is   faint ; 

We  fink  beneath  the  pond'rous  Load : 
This    Love  no   Eloquence   can   paint; 
'Tis  grand  !   'tis  worthy  of  a  GOD. 

4,  O'er- 


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4>  O'erwhelm'd   with  this  Abyfs   of  Love, 
We  ftand    aftonifh'd   at  the  Grace, 
That  brought  the  Saviour    from    above, 
To    die    for   all  the    fallen   Race  1 

5.  Bid  our    IM  MANUEL    die  for  us  \ 
What  more  can   be   by  Sounds   expreft? 
For  Sinners  CHRIST  was  made  a  Curie : 
Eternity  muft  tell  the  reft. 

HYMN     LXVI. 

1.         "T\ISCIPLES    of  Chrift 

^     Ye   Friends  of  the  Lamb ; 
Attend,  and    aflift 

In  finging  his   Fame  : 
Eternal    Thankfgiving 

The    Faithful  mould    pay, 
The  Living,    the    Living, 
As   we   do   this  Day. 

2#         A  Body    of  Clay 

He  humbly  put    on, 
And  then   took  away 

The   Sin  we    had   done ; 
And   in    it  endured 

The   Wrath  to  us  due, 
The    Curfe  we  incurred, 

Our   Stripes  and  our  Woe. 

3.         Not   only    he    dy'd, 

But   alfo    arole  ; 
Laid  Weaknefs  afide, 

And   over   his   Foes, 
(Sin,    Death  and  the   Devil,) 

He   triumphM,    and   o,er 

This    World,  and  all   Evil, 
Dominion  and   Pow'r. 

4.  o 


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jl.      O  merciful   Lamb, 

Who    (its   on  the    Throne, 
We   bow    at   thy    Name, 

The    Saviour   we   own, 
Deferving    our    Bleffing, 

And   Bleffing   we'll   give, 
Without   ever   ceafing, 

So   long   as   we   live, 

HYMN      LXVII. 

Difrzifiott. 

i.  "pvlSMISS  us   with   thy    Bleffing   Lord, 
LJ  Help   us    to    feed   upon    thy   Word. 
All   that  has    been    amifs    forgive ; 
And    let   thy    Truth    within    us    live. 

2>  Tho'    we    are    guilty  thou    art   good, 

Wafh    all   our    Works    in    Jefu's   Blood. 
Give   ev'ry   fetter'd   Soul   Releafe ; 
And    bid    us    all    depart    in    Peace. 

HYMN     LXVIIf. 

Before   Servian* 

l4  "pxOES   it  not   Grief    and   Wonder   move, 
JLJ  To    think    of  Ifrael's    dreadful    Fall  ! 
Who   needed    Miracles    to  prove  ! 

Whether  the    Lord   were    God  or  Baal  ! 

2,  Methinks   I   fee    Elijah   (land, 

His    Features  glow  with    Love    and  Zeal, 
In    Faith   and    Pray'r   he    lifts   his    Hand, 
And  makes   to    Heav'n    his    great    Appeal. 

3.  «  Oh,    GOD,    if  I  thy    Servant   am 

It  is   thy   Menage   fills   my   Heart, 
Now    glorify   thy   holy   Name, 

And   mew   this  People    who    thou   art." 

4,  He 


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4.  He  fpoke,  and  lo,  a  fudden  Flame 

Confum'd  the    Wood,  the  Dull,  the  Stone, 
The  People  (truck,  at  once  proclaim  : 

"The  LORD  is  GOD,  the  LORD  alone." 

5.  Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  Day, 

When   more  for   Baal  than  God  appear; 
Like  him,  Believers,  let  us   pray, 
And  may  the  GOD  of  Ifrael  hear. 

6.  Lord !  if  thy  Servant  fpeaks  thy  Truth, 

If  he  indeed  is   fent   by   thee, 
Confirm   the   Word  to  all"  our    Youth, 
And  let   them  thy  Salvation   fee. 

7.  Now   may   the  Spirit's  holy   Fire 

Pierce   ev'ry  Heart  that  hears  thy  Word  3 
Confume  each   hurtful  vain   Defire, 

And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  LORD, 

HYMN     LXIX. 

Believers   burled  with    CHRIST    in  Baptlfm. 

*•   T^°  we   not   know  that   folemn  Word, 
A-/  That  we  are   bury'd  with  the  L  o  r  d  ; 
Baptiz'd    into   his   Death,    and   then 
Put    off  the    Body   of  our   Sin? 

2.  Our   Souls    receive    diviner    Breath, 
Rais'd  irom    Corruption,  Guilt,  and    Death: 
So    from   the    Grave    did    Christ    arife, 
And   lives  to    G  o  d    above   the    Skies. 

3.  No   more   let   Sin  or   Satan    reign, 
Over    our   mortal    Flefh    again: 
The   various    Lufts  we   ferv'd  before, 
Shall   have   Dominion    now   no    more. 


H  Y  M  N 


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HYMN     LXX. 

Every    Creature    at    GOD's    Command, 

1.  TTpLIJAH's  Example  declares, 

-XL*  Whatever    Diitrefs   may   betide, 
The    Saints  may    commit    all    their    Cares 
♦       To   him   who   will   always    provide, 
When  Rain   long    withheld  from  the  Earth, 

Occafion'd   a    Famine    of   Bread ; 
The    Prophet,  fecur'd   from   the   Dearth, 
By    Ravens  was  conftantly   fed. 

2.  More   likely  to   rob   than  to    feed, 

Are   Ravens  who   live  upon   Prey  ; 
But   where  the    LORD'S   People  haye  Need, 

His   Goodnefs   will   find   out    a   Way: 
This    Inftance   to   thofe    may   feem  ftrange, 

Who  know  not   how   Faith   can   prevail; 
But   fooner   all    Nature   fhall  change, 

Than  one  of  GOD's  Promifes   fail. 

3.  Nor  is   it  a  fingular   Cafe  ; 

The  Wonder  is   often    renew 'd  ; 
And  many  may   fay  to   GOD's    Praife, 
By    Ravens   he  fendeth   them   Food. 
Thus    Worldlings,  tho1    Ravens    indeed, 

Tho'    greedy    and    felfiih    their  Mind, 
If  GOD    has   a   Servant    to   feed, 

Againft   their   own    Wills    can  be   kind. 

4.  Thus  Satan,  the  Raven,  unclean, 

That   croaks   in  the   Ears   of  the  Saints, 
O'er-rul'd   by   a  Power    unfeen, 

Adminifters  oft   to*  their   Wants ; 
GOD    teaches  them    how  to   find   Food, 

From    all   the  Temptations  they  feel  j 
This   Raven   who    thirds    for   my    Blood, 

Has  help'd   me   to   many   a  Meal. 

5t  How 


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5«  How  fafe  and  how  happy  are  they 

Who  on   the    good    Shepherd  rely! 
He'll  give  them  out   Strength   for  their  Day, 

Their   Wants    he   will  iurely   fupply, 
He   Ravens  and   Lions  can   tame  ; 

All  Creatures   obey  his   Command : 
Then  let  me   rejoice  in  his  Name, 

And  leave   all  my  Cares  in  his  Hand, 

HYMN     LXXI. 

The  Deity  and  Humanity  of  Christ,  John  i.  *>  3> 
14,  and  Col.  i.  16.  and  Eph.  iii.  9,  io, 

1.  T7,,ER  the  blue  Heav'nswereftretch'd  abroad, 
-L  From    Everlafling  was    the    Word; 

With   God  he   was ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And   muft   divinely    be    ador'd. 

2.  By  his  own  Pow'r  were  all    Things   made;. 

By  him   fupported,  all   Things   ftand; 
He    is  the  whole   Creation's   Head, 
And    Angels  fly   at  his    Command. 

3.  E'er  Sin   was   born,  or   Satan    fell, 

He  lead  the   Hoft    of  Morning- Stars ; 
(  Thy   Generation   who  can   tell, 

Or  count  the   Number   of  thy  Years  •  ) 

4.  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe    heav'nly  Forms  ; 

The    Word   defcends   and   dwells   in  Clay, 
That  he    may  hold   Converfe    with    Worms, 
Dreft   in  fuch  feeble   Fleih   as  they. 

5.  Mortals   with   Joy  beheld  his   Face, 

Th'  Eternal    Father's   only   Son ; 
How   full    of  Truth !  how    full    of    Grace ! 
When  thro*  his    Eyes  the   Godhead  fnone* 

6.  Arch- 


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6.  Arch- Angels    leave  their  high    Abode, 
To  leam  new  Myfl'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  Love  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  Glories  of  EMANUEL. 

HYMN     LXXIII. 

1.  T^TERNAL  God,   thy  Pow'r   make  known,- 
m  j  Make  the  whole  Earth  confefs 

That  thou  art  God,  and  thou  alone 
Doft  rule   in  Right'oufnefs. 

2.  May  the  whole  Earth  thy  Glory  fee, 

And  thy  Salvation  know  ; 
And  to   thy  Saints,  who  wait  for  thee, 
Thy  Works  and  Wonders  mow.   . 

3.  Lord   Jefus,    come,    and   take   thy   Pow'r, 

And  rule  us  by  thy  Grace : 
We  wait  for  that  expected  Hour 
When  we  mail  fee  thy  Face. 

4.  Our  Souls   are  longing  for  the  Day 

When  Jefus  mall  be  King ; 
When   he  our  ftubborn  Sins  mail  flay, 
And   we   his  Praife  mail  fing. 

5.  Our  Hearts  rejoice  in  Jefu's  Name, 

His   Word   forbids  our  Fear ; 
We  love  his  Gofpel  to  proclaim 
That  all   Mankind   may  hear. 

6.  But  deareft  Lord,  let  us  enjoy 

That  everlafling  Peace, 
That  nothing  ever    fhall  deftroy, 
Nor  caufe  it  to  decreafe. 

7»  Lord  here  we  wait  to  know  thy  Will, 
And  to  obey   the    fame, 
May  we  our  Courfe  on  Earth   fulfil, 
In  Honour  to   thy  Name, 

HYMN 


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f        HYMN     LXXIII. 

Praife  to    the  Creator. 

1.  TfTERNAL    Majefty  on  High, 

m  d  Thou  God   of  Pow'r    and   Love, 
Thy   Hands    have  fpread    the   ftarry   Sky, 
And    form'd    the    world    above. 

2.  This   Globe  below   mews    forth    thy    Might, 

Thy   Goodnefs    and   thy    Skill  ; 
The    Sun,    the    Moon,    the  Day,    and  Night, 
Thy  Pleafure  do   fulfill, 

3.  Beafts,  Birds,  Fifh,  Infects   all    declare 

Thou   art   the    mighty  God ; 
Fire,  Hail  and    Storms,    Earth,    Water,    Air, 
Declare   thy   Name   abroad. 

4.  Trees,  Mountains,  Rivers,  Rocks  and  Plains, 

Gardens,  and  fruitful   Lands, 
Proclaim,  "The  God   of  Goodnefs  reigns/' 
And  will  while   Nature   ftands. 

5.  All   Things  below,  and  all   above, 

God,   Wife,    Good,   Great  proclaim  j 
Then   let   the   Children    of  his    Love 
Delight   to    blefs   his   Name* 

6.  The  heav'nly   Father,    and  the   Son, 

And  Spirit   we  adore  ; 
sTis  now    as    'twas  when  Time  begun, 
And  mail  be  evermore. 

HYMN     LXXIV. 

Chrift    the   Beloved   defcribed. 

1,  TpAIR  Salem's    Daughters  aik  to  know 
Jl     Why    I   mould  love  my  Jefus  fo ; 

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What  are  his   Charms,  fay  they,  above 
The  Objects   of  another's    Love  ? 

2*  Yes,  my    Beloved,    to   my   Sight 

Shews   a  fweet    Mixture,    Red  and  White; 
All    human    Beauties,    all  Divine, 
In   my  Beloved    meet    and    mine* 

5.  White    is  his    Soul,    from    Blemifh   free  ; 
Red    was   his    Blood    he   fried   for   me; 
The    Faireft  of  ten    Thoufand   Fairs ; 
A   Sun    among    ten  Thoufand    Stars. 

4.  His  Head  the   fin  eft   Gold  excels  ; 

There  Wifdom   in    Perfection    dwells, 
And   Glory,   like  a   Crown,    adonis 

Thofe  Temples   once  befet  with  ,  Thorns* 

5.  Companions   in  his   Heart  are   found, 

Hard  by    the    Signals   of  his    Wound  ; 
His    Sacred    Side    no  more   mall   bear 
The    cruel   Scourge,  the  piercing   Spear. 

6.  His    Hands   are   fairer   to    behold 

Than   Diamonds  fet  in  Rings  of  Gold ; 
Thofe   heav'nly    Hands    that   on    the    Tree 
Where   nail'd,  and  torn,    and  bled  for  me. 

7.  Tho'    once  he   bow'd   his  feeble   Knees, 

Loaded  with  Sins    and   Agonies, 
Now    on   the    Throne    of  his    Command, 
His   Legs   like    Marble  Pillars  ftand. 

8.  His    Eyes    are    Majefty    and    Love, 

The    Eagle   temper'd    with    the    Dote ; 
No    more    mall   trickling    Sorrows  roll, 
Thro'    thofe  dear   Windows   of  his    Soul# 
o.  His   Mouth   that  pour'd  out  long  Complaints 
Now  fmiles,  and  chears  his  fainting  Saints ; 
His  Countenance    more  graceful    is 
Than   Lebanon  with  all   its  Trees. 

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I©,  All  over   Glorious  is   my  Lord, 
Muft  be    belov'd,  and   yet  ador'd; 
His   Worth  if  all   the   Nations   knew 
Sure   ev'ry   one    would    Love  him   too. 

HTMN     LXXV. 

Cod  glorious }    arid  Sinners  faved. 

1.  p  A  T  H  E  R,  how  wide  thy  Glory  mines'. 
JL     How   high    thy    Wonders   rife ! 

Known    thro'    the   Earth  by  Thoufand  Signs, 
By   Thoufands  thro'    the    Skies, 

2.  Thofe   mighty   Orbs    proclaim   thy   Pow'r; 

Their   Motions  fpeak  thy   fkill, 
And   on    the  Wings    of  ev'ry  Hour 
We  read  thy    Patience   ftill. 

3.  Part   of  thy  Name  divinely  ftands 

On  all  thy  Creatures  writ, 
They   fhew   the    Labour   of  thy  Hands, 
The   Imprefe   of  thy    Feet. 

4.  But   when   we  view  thy   grand    Defign 

To  fave  rebellious  Worms, 
Where  Wifdom,  Pow'r   and   Goodnefs  fhine, 
In    their  moft   glorious  Forms. 

5.  Our   Thoughts    are  loft   in   rev'rend   Awe; 

We    Love,    and   we   adore, 

The   holy  Angels  never   faw 

So   much   of  G  o  d  before. 

<$.  Here   God  hath   made  his  Nature  known, 
And    Thought    can  never  trace, 
Which   of  his  Glories   brighteft  fhone, 
tn   our   Redeemer's   Face. 

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j.  O  the  fweet    Myft'ries   of  that   Crofs 
Where   Jefus  lov'd  and    dy'd, 
Her   nobleft    Life    my  Spirit    draws 
From  his    dear    wounded  Side. 

8.  Now   the  full  Glories    of  the    Lamb 
Adorn  the    heav'nly   plains  ; 
Sweet    Cherubs   learn  Emmanuel's    Name, 
And    try   their    choicelt    Strains, 

p.  O    may    I    bear  Tome    humble    Part 
In    that    immortal    Song ! 
Wonder  and   joy  mall    tune  my    Heart, 
And   Love  command    my    Tongue. 

HYMN     LXXVI. 

i .   tji  A  T  H  E  R,   I  ftretch  my  Hands  to  thee, 
Jl      No    other    Help    I    know; 
If  thou   withdraw   thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah  1    whither   fliall    I   go  ? 

2,  What    did    thine   only   Son   endure, 

Before    I   drew    my    Breath  I 
What    Pain,  what  Labour    to   fecure 
My  Soul   from  endlefs    Death ! 

3,  O   Jefu,    could    I    this    believe, 

I   now    mould    feel  thy    Pow'r; 
Now   my    poor  Soul   thou  would'ft   retrieve, 
Nor   let    me   wait   one    Hour. 

4,  Author   of  Faith,  to   thee    I   lift 

My    weary,    longing    Eyes ; 
O  let   me   now    receive    that    Gift  ! 
My   Soul   without  it  dies  ! 

HYMN     LXXVII. 

ATHER    of  faithful    Abra'm,    hear 
Our   earneft    Suit    for    Abra'ms    Seedf 

Juftly 


1.   "p 


C  69  ) 

Juftly   they    claim    the   fbfted    Fray'r 
From   us,   adopted    in    their    Stead : 

Who    Mercy    through    their    Fall   obtain, 
And    Chrift    by    their    Rejection    gain, 

2.  Outcafts    from    thee,    and    fcatter'd   wide 

Through    ev'ry    Nation    under   Heav'n, 
Blafpheming  whom    they   crucify'd, 

Unfav'd,  unpity'd,  unforgiv'n  ; 

Branded.    like  Cain,  they  bear  the  Load, 
Abhorr'd   of  Men,    and    curs'd  of  God. 

3.  But    haft  thou   finally    forfook, 

Forever  caft    thy   own   away  ? 
Wilt   thou  not   bid  the    Murd'rers  look 

On    him  they  piere'd,  and  weep  and  pray  ? 
Yes   gracious   Lord,  thy    Word    is  pall : 
All   Ifrael   mail  be    fav'd  at   laft. 

4.  Come   then,  thou    great    Deliv'rer    come  ! 

The    Veil    from    Jacob's    Heart    remove .' 
Receive    thy    ancient    People  Home ; 

That    quicken'd    by  thy    dying   Love, 
The   World  may   their    Reception   find, 
Life    from    the  Dead  for    all  Mankind. 


'  F 


HYMN      LXXVIIL 

B apt if? A'. 

A  T  H  E  R  of  Heav'n,   we  Thee  addrefs 
(  Obedience    is    our    View  ) 
Accept   us   in    thy   Son;    and    blefs 
The    Work   we    have    to    do. 

2.  Jefus,  as    Water   well    appli'd, 
Will    make    the    Body    clean ; 
So  in  the    Fountain    of  thy    Side, 
Warn   thou    the    Soul   from    Sin. 

Eg  3.  Celedial 


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3*  Celeftial  Dove,  defcend   from   High, 
And  on   the  Water   brood ; 
And  with  thy  quick'ning  Pow'r  apply 
The  Water    and  the    Blood, 

4»  Great  God,    Three-One,    again  we   call 

And  our  llequefts    renew, 

Accept  in   Chrift ;  and   blefs  withall 

The  Work  we've   now  to   do. 

HYMN     LXXIX. 

The  promised  Land, 

1.  T7*  A  R  from  thefe  narrow  Scene?  of  Night  # 
Jl      Unbounded   Glories  rife, 

And   Realms  of  infinite   Delight, 
Unknown  to   Mortal  Eyes. 

2.  There  Pain  and  ficknefs  never  come, 

And  Grief  no   more   complains; 
Health  triumphs   in   Immortal    BJoom, 
And    endlefs  pleafure  reigns. 

3.  No  Clouds  thofe  blifsful   Regions   know, 

Eor  ever  bright   and   fair  ! 
For   Sin,  the  Source   of  mortal    Woe, 
Can  never   enter  there, 

4.  There   no  alternate    Night  is  known, 

Nor  Sun's    faint  fickly  Ray  ; 
But  Glory   from    the    facred   Throne 
Spreads   everlafting  Day. 

5.  O  may  the  heav'nly   Profpect   fire 

Our    Hearts  with  ardent  Love, 
Till  Wings   of  Faith,  and   ftrong  Defire, 
Bear  ev'ry    Thought  above. 

6,  Prepare 


6,  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  Grace   Divine, 
For  thy  bright   Courts  on  High; 
Then  bid  our    Spirits   rife   and  join 
The    Chorus   of  the  Sky,. 


1  F 


HYMN     LXXX. 

ROM  all  that  dwell  below   the  Skies, 
Let   the  Creator's  Praife  arife  ; 
Let   the    Redeemer's    Name  be   fang, 
Thro'   ev'ry    Land,    by   ev'ry    Tongue. 

Eternal   are   thy  Mercies,  Lord; 

Eternal    Truth  attends    thy  Word : 
Thy    Praife  fliall    found  from  Shore  to  Shore, 
Till  Suns   mail    fet  and   rife  no  more. 

HYMN     LXXXI. 

Queen    of  Sbeba. 
ROM   Sheba   a   diftant    Report 


F 


Of  Solomon's   Glory  and  Fame, 
Invited    the  Queen    to    his  Court, 

But  all   was    outdone  when   fhe   came  ; 
She  cry'd   with    a   pleafing    Surprize, 

When  firft   me  before    him    appear'd, 
t€  How  much    what   I   fee  with  my  Eyes, 

"  Surpafles   the   Rumour  I  heard." 

2.  When   once    to   Jerufalem    come, 

The   Treafure    and  Train  flie  had  brought ; 
The    Wealth   fhe   poflefled    at    home, 

No  longer   had  Place   in   her    Thought; 
His   Houfe,    his    Attendants,    his   Throne, 

All   ftruck   Her   with  Wonder  and    Awe ; 
The    Glory  of  Solomon   fhone 

In   every    Object  flie    faw* 

3.  But    Solomon   moft    fhe    admir'd, 

Whofe  Spirit   conducted   the   Whole , 

E  4  His 


C  7*  ) 

His   Wifdom,  which   God   had  infpir'd, 
His    Bounty    and  Greatnefs   of  Soul ; 

Of  all    the   hard    Queftions   me   put, 
A   ready    Solution  he    fhew'd  ; 

Exceeded    her    Wifh    and    her    Suit, 

And   more    than   fhe    afk'd   him,  beftow'd. 

4.  Thus    J  when    the   Gofpel   proclaim'd 

The    Saviour's   great    Name   in    my    Ears, 
The    Wifdom  for   which    he    is   fam'd, 

The    Love    which  to.  Sinners  he  bears; 
I  long'd,    and    I    was    not    deny'd, 

That    I    in    his    Prefence    might   bow ; 
I   faWj    and   transported   I    cry'd, 

"  A   greater  than    Solomon   Thou  !" 

5.  My   Confcience  no    Comfort   could   find, 

By    Doubt   and  hard    Queftions  oppos'd; 
But   he   reftor'd    peace  to   my    Mind, 

And   anfwer'd    each    Doubt  I  propos'd  ! 
Beholding  me  poor   and    diftrefs'd, 

His    Bounty   fupply'd  all  my   Wants ; 
My    Pray'r  could  have  never    exprefs^d 

So  much    as   this    Solomon    grants, 

6.  I  heard,    and    was   flow   to  believe, 

But   now    with    my    Eyes   I    behold, 
Much  more   than   my    Heart   c©uld  conceive, 

Or    Language   could    ever   have  told : 
How    happy    thy    Servants  muft    be, 

Who   always   before   thee   appear  ! 
Vouchfafe,  Lord,  this  Blefling   to   me, 

1   find  it    is    good   to    be  here. 

HYMN    LXXXIR 

1.   f^ETHSEMANE,  thou  dolefome  Place, 
VJT  Near  Kedron's  Brook,  to  which  the  Lamb, 

Who 


(  73  ) 

Who  lov'd  to   be    in   lonelynefs, 
With  his    Difciples   often    came, 
Where    out  of  boundlefs    Love   to    me, 
He   wreftled   in   an   Agony. 

2.  There,  quite  o'erwhelm'd  with  Grief,  he  faid; 
t{  My    Soul   is   forrowful  to    Death,'9 

And  fuff'ring   freely   in   my    Stead, 
He  drank  the    bitter  Cup   of  Wrath ; 
Now    on   his    Knees,    then   on    his   Face, 
He    weeps,  and  fvveats,  and  bleeds  and  prays. 

3.  So   lov'd   me   the    Eternal    God, 
That   he   became  the  Son    of  Man, 
And   took    my    Sins'    prodigious   Load; 
My    Soul    admire  his    gracious   Flan! 

Thy   Stripes,  thy    Guilt    and    Curie  be    bore; 
Believe  and    thankfully    adore„ 

H  Y  M  N     LXXXIU. 

Praife    to    the  Trinity, 

GLORY,    Glory,    Glory,    Glory, 
Glory   be    to    God    on   high ; 
Glory,    Glory,    Glory,    Glory, 
Sing    his    Praifes   round    the    Sky. 

Glory,    Glory,    Glory,    Glory, 
Glory    be    to    God    moll    kind ; 
Glory,  Glory,    Glory,    Glory, 
Heav'n   and    Earth,    and    Sky    be  join'd. 

Holy,    Holy,    Holy,    Holy, 
Holy   is    the    Lord    of  Hofts  j 
Holy,    Holy,    Holy,    Holy, 
FATHER,    SON,    and    HOLY    GHOST. 

Worthy,    worthy,    worthy,    worthy, 
Worthy    is   the    LAMB    of  GOD, 
Worthy,    worthy,    worthy,    worthy, 
Who    lov'd    and    wa&'d    us    in    his    Blood. 

E  S  H  Y  M 


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HYMN    LXXXIV. 

Evening, 

1.  ^<I-ORY,  to  thee    my    God,    this   Night, 
vJf  For  all  the  Bleflings   of  the    Light, 

Keep   me,  O    keep   me,  King  of  Kings, 
Under  thine   own   Almighty    Wings, 

2.  Forgive  me,    Lord,   for  thy    dear  Son, 
Whatever  ills    this   Day  I've    done; 
That  with   the   World,   myfelf  and   thee, 
I,  'ere    I    fleep,  at    Peace    may    be. 

g,  Teach   me  to  live,  that    I  may    dread 
The  Grave    as  little   as   my   Bed  ; 
Teach   me   to   die,   that    fo    I    may 
Triumphing   rife    at   the   lail   Day. 

4.  O  may    my    Soul    on   thee    repofe, 

And  with  iweet  Sleep  my  Eye-Lids  clofe; 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To    ferve   my  God  when  I  awake, 

5.  Let   my    bleft   Guardian,  while    I  fleep, 
Clofe   to   my    Bed    his    Vigils   keep  ; 

Let  no   vain   Dreams   difturb   my    Reft, 
Nor   Pow'rs    of  Darknefs   me  molefl. 

6.  Praife   God  from    whom    all  Bleflings  flow, 
Praife   him  all  Creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife    him   above,  ye   heav'nly    Hofl, 
Praife   Father,  Son,  and    Holy  Ghoft. 

HYMN    LXXXV. 

Sick-bed  Devotion:  Or,  Pleading   -without  repining, 

1,    /^  OD  of  my    Life,   look   gently   down, 
vJT  Behold   the  Pains   I    feel; 

But 


(7!  ) 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  Throne, 
Nor   dare  difpute  thy    Will. 

2.  Difeafes  are   thy  Servants,    Lord, 

They  come    at   thy    command : 
I'll   not  attempt   a  murm'ring   Word, 
Againft  thy   chaft'ning  Hand. 

3.  Yet    I  may  plead    with   humble  Cries, 
Remove   thy    fliarp  Rebukes  : 

My   Strength  confumes,    my    Spirit  dies^ 
Through   thy  repeated   Strokes. 

4.  Crufh'd  as  a  Moth   beneath   thy   Hand, 

We   moulder  to  the  Duft  ; 
Our   feeble  Pow'rs   can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  Beauty's   loft. 

[5.  This  mortal  Life    decays    apace, 
How  foon   the    Bubble's    broke ! 
Adam    and  all  his   num'rous    Race 
Are    vanity   and   Smoke.] 

6s  I'm   but  a  fojourner   below, 
As  all    my    Fathers   were; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to    go, 
When  I  the    Summons   hear. 

7,  But  if  my   Life  be  fpar^d    a  while 
Before   my   laft  remove, 
Thy   Praife  fhall  be   my  Buis'nefs   Hill, 
And   I'll  declare   thy    Love. 

HYMN    LXXXVI. 

I.   p<OD   of  my    falvation,  hear, 
VJT  And   help   me   to  believe ; 
Simply    do  I  now    draw  near, 

Thy    Blefling  to    receive: 
Full   of  Guilt,  alas!    I  am, 

Bni 


(  76  ) 

But   to   thy  Wounds   for  Refuge   flee; 
Friend    of  Sinners,  fpotlefs    Lamb, 
Thy   Blood   was   fhed   for    me. 

2.  Standing   now  as   newly   flam, 

To    thee    I    lift   mine  Eye, 
Balm    of  all  my  Grief  and  Pain, 

Thy    Blood    is   always    nigh  : 
Now  as  yelrerday  the   fame 

Thou    art   and   will   for  ever    be  : 
Friend  of  Sinners,    fpotlefs   Lamb, 

Thy   Blood    was    fhed    for   me. 

3.  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor   can    thy    Grace    procure, 
Empty  fend    me  not    away, 

For   I,  thou  know'ft,  am   poor: 
Duft    and  Afhes   is    my    Name, 

My    all   is  Sin    and    Mifery : 
Friend  of   Sinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy    Blood  was  fhed    for  me. 

4.  No    good   Word,  or   Work    or    Thought, 

Bring  I  to    buy    thy    Grace : 
Pardon   I   accept   unbought, 

Thy  Proffer    I    embrace : 
Coming,    as    at    firft    I   came, 

To   take    and   not  beitow  on   thee  : 
Friend  of   Sinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy   Blood    was  fhed    for   me. 

^.  Saviour    from    thy  wounded  Side 
1   never    will  depart, 
Here  will    I  my    Spirit  hide, 

When    I    am  pm*e   in    Heart, 
Till    my    Place    above   i   claim, 

This  only   fhall   be  all  my    Plea ; 
Friend    of   Sinners,    fpotlefs    Lamb, 
Tiiy  Blood   was   fhed   for   me.    V 

H  Y  M  N 


1  G 


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HYMN     LXXXVII. 

Light  fhining    out  of  Darknejs, 
OD    moves   in  a  Myfterious   Way, 


His    Wonders    to    perform ; 
He    plants   his   Footfteps  in   the   Sea, 
And   rides    upon    the  Storm. 

2*  Deep  in    unfathomable    Mines 
Of  never   failing    Skill  ; 
He   Treafures  up    his    bright   Defigns, 
And  works  his  Sov 'reign   Will. 

3.  Ye   fearful   Saints    frelli   Courage   take ; 

The    Clouds   ye    fo    much  dread 
Are    big   with    Mercy,  and  mall   break 
In    Bleffings   on    your    Head, 

4.  Judge   not  the    Lord    by   feeble    Senfe, 

But   truft   him   for   his    Grace ; 
Behind    a    frowning   Providence 
He   hides    a    fmiling   Face. 

5.  His   Purpofes   will  ripen    faft, 

Unfolding    ev'ry    Hour, 
The    Bud    may   have    a  bitter    Tafte, 
But   fweet   will   be  the   Flow'r. 

6.  Blind    Unbelief  is    fure   to    err, 

And    fcan    his    Work   in    vain  ; 
God   is  his   own  Interpreter, 
And    he    will   make   it   plain. 

H  Y  M  M     LXXXVIIL 

A  Morning    Hymn, 

I.   /^  O  D    of  the    Morning,    at  whofe  Voice 
VJ»    The    chearful    Sun  makes    haite  to  rile, 
And   like    a    Giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  Journey    thro'    the   Skies. 

2»  From 


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2,  From   the    fair    Chambers  of  the   Eaft 

The   Circuit   of  his  Race  begins, 
And    without  Wearinefs  of  Reil, 

Round  the  whole  Earth  he  flies  and  fhines. 

3.  Oh,  like   the    Sun,  may   I   fulfill 

Th'  appointed    Duties  of  the   Day, 
"With    ready   Mind   and   active   Will, 

March   on    and   keep   my    heav'nly  Way. 

[4.  But   I    fhall   rove  and   lofe  the   Race, 
If  G  o  d    my   Sun,    mould    difappear, 
And    leave    me   in    this  World's    wild   Maze, 
To   follow    ev'ry  wand'ring   Star.] 

5,  Lord,    thy   Commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightning  our  beclouded    Eyes  \ 
Thy    Threat'nings  juft,   thy  Promile  fure  : 
Thy  Gofpel  makes    the    Simple   wife. 

6.  Give   me    thy   Counfel  for   my   Guide, 

And  then   receive  me   to    thy    Blifs  ; 
All  my    Defires  and    Hopes   befide, 

Are   faint    and    cold    compar'd   with    this. 

HYMN      LXXXIX. 

The   ApojlUs   Comi?riJ[iQn. 

i#  <e  f^i  O   preach  my  Gofpel,  faith  the  Lord? 
VJT  <<  Bid  the  whole  Earth  my  Grace  receive  " 
«  He   fhall   be    fav'd    that   truft   my  Word ; 
"  He  fhall   be  damn'd   that   won't  believe  • 

[2.  "I'll  make  yonr  great  Commiffion  known. 
et  And  you  ihall   prove   my   Gofpel   true, 
"  By  all  the  Works   that    I   have  done, 
"By  all  the  Wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3,  "  Go 


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g.  < l  Go  heal   the    Sick,    go  raife   the  Dead, 
"  Go  cad    out    Devils  in  my   Name ; 
**  Nor  let  my  Prophets  be  afraid,      (pheme,) 
iC  Tho'    Greeks   reproach,    and   Jews  blaf- 

4.  "  Teach   all  the  Nations  my  Commands ; 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the    World  ihall    end ; 
«  All  Pow'r  is  milled   in    my  Hands, 
"  I  can    deftroy,   and  can  defend,* 

$.  He  fpake,   and   light  fhone   round  his  Head; 
On  a  bright   Cloud  to   Heav'n  he   rode; 
They  to   the   fartheft   Nations  fpread 
The  Grace  of  their  afcended  G  o  d» 

HYMN     XC. 

Charaf\er    of  Chrijl, 

I.  f^O   worfhip  at  EMMANUEL'S  Feet, 
VJT  See  in  his    Face  what  Wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too    narrow  to  exprefs 
His    Worth,  his    Glory,    or    his  Grace. 

[2.  The  whole  Creation   can  afford 

But  fome    faint  fhadows  of  my    LORD; 
Nature,  to    make  his    Beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle    Colours   not   her  own.] 

[3,  Is  he  compar'd  to  Wine  or    Bread? 

Dear   LORD  !   our  Souls  would  thus  be  fed; 
That  Flefh,    that  dying  Blood  of  thine, 
Is  Bread  of  Life,    is  heav'nly  Wine«] 

[4.  Is  he  a  Tree  I    The   World   receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  Leaves : 
That  right'ous    Branch,    that  fruitful  Bough, 
Is   David's  Root  and  Offspring  too,] 

IS-  Is 


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[5-    Is   he  a  Rofe  ?   Not   Sharon  yields 
Such   Flagrancy  in    all   her   Fields  : 
Or  if  the  Lilly   he  afiume, 
The  Vallies   blefs  the  rich  Perfume.] 

[6.  Is   he  a    Vine?  His  heav'nly  Root 

Supplies*  the    Boughs    with    Life   and   Fruit ; 

O    let    a  lafting    Union  join 

My    Soul    to  CHRIST  the   living  Vine  !] 

[7.  Is  he  a  Head  ?  Each  Member  lives, 
And  owns  the  Vital  Pcw'r  he  gives; 
The  Saints  below,  and  Saints  above, 
Join'd   by  his    Spirit  and   his  Love.] 

[8.  Is   he   a  Fountain?  There  I  bathe, 
And   heal  the  Plague   of  Sin    and  Death ; 
Thefe  Waters  all   my   Soul  renew^ 
And  cleanfe    my   fpotted   Garments    too.] 

[9.  Is  he  a    Fire?  He'll    purge  my  Drofs : 
But  the    true  Gold  fuftains  no   Lofs : 
Like  a  Refiner   fhall  he   fit, 
And  tread  the   Refufe    with   Ins    Feet.] 

[10.  Js   he    a  Rock?  How  firm   he   proves! 
The    Rock   of  Ages  never  moves ; 
Yet  the    fwcet   Streams   that  from   him    flow 
Attend    us   all   the    Defart  thro',] 

[n.  Is  he   a.   Way  ?     He    leads  to  GOD, 
The  Path   is    drawn  in   Lines  of  Blood  j 
There    would    I   walk   with    Hope  and    Zeal, 
'Till    I    arrive    at    Zion's    Hill.] 

Tl2.  Is   he    a   Door?    I'll  enter  in; 

Behold    the    P allures  large  and   green ; 

A    Paradife   divinely    fair, 

None  but   the    Sheep   have   Freedom  there,] 

[13.  Is 


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£13.  Is   he  defign'd  the    Corner-Stone, 
For   Men   to    build  their   Heav'n    upon .' 
I'll    make    him    my    Foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the   Plots  of  Hell  below.] 

£14.  Is  he   a   Temple?    I  adore 

Th' indwelling    Majefty    and  Pow'r ; 
And    ftiil    to  his    moft    Holy    Place, 
When  e'er    I    pray,    I'll   turn    my    Face/J 

[15,  Is    he    a    Star?    He   breaks    the    Night, 
Piercing    the  Shades   with   dawning  Light; 
I    know    his    Glories    from    afar, 
I    know  the  bright,    the    Morning  Star,] 

[16.  Is  he    a    Sun?   His    Beams  are    Grace, 
His    Courfe  is   Joy    and   Right 'oufnefs ; 
Nations   rejoice   when  he    appears 
To  chafe  their    Clouds,  and  dry  their  Tears.] 

[17.  O   let   me    climb    thole   higher  Skies, 
Where   Storms    and  Darknefs   never   rife ! 
There    he    difplays    his   Pow'rs  abroad, 
And   mines   and   reigns   th*  Incarnate  God."] 

18,  Nor  Earth,  nor  Seas,    nor    Sun,  nor  Stars, 
Nor   Heav'n  his   full   Refemblance    bears  j 
His    Beauties   we   can   never    trace, 
Till  we  behold  him   Face    to   Face. 


1. 


HYMN     XCI. 

GRACE !    'tis   a    charming  Sound, 
Harmonious   to    the    Ear ! 
Heav'n    with    the    Echo   fhall    refound, 
And   all   the    Earth   fhall  hear, 

Grace  firft   contriv'd  a  Way 
To    fave    rebellious   Man ; 
And   all   the  Steps,    that   Grace  difplay, 
Which   drew  the   wondrou*  Plan, 

F  3.  Grace 


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3.  Grace  taught  my   roving   Feet 
To   tread    the    heav'nly    Road ; 

And  new   Supplies  each  Hour    I  meet, 
While   preffing   on   to   God. 

4,  Grace   all   the  Work   fhall    Crown, 

Thro*   everl ailing    Days, 
It  lays  in    Heav'n   the  topmoft   Stone  j 
And   well   defer vcs   the  Praife, 

HYMN     XCII. 

1.  pRACIOUS   Lord,  incline  thine  Ear, 
vJ  My   Complaint  vouchfafe   to  hear  j 

Sor»  diftreft  with  Guilt    am   I, 
Give   me  Chrift,  or   elfe  I    die. 

2.  Wealth   and    Honour   I  difdain, 
Earthly  Comforts   all  are  vain; 

They   can    never   fatisfy, 

Give  me    Chrift,    or  elfe    I    die. 

3.  Lord    deny   me  what  thou    wilt, 
Only  take   away  my   Guilt, 

Mourning    at  thy  Feet   I   lie  ; 
Give    me    Chrift,   or   elfe    I    die. 

4.  All    Unholy    and   Unclean, 

I  am  finful,    vile    and  mean ; 
But   to    Thee  for   Mercy  fly, 
Give    me  Chrift,   or  elfe   I    die. 

$♦  Thou  doft  freely   fave   the    Loft; 
In  thy   Grace    alone    I    truft  ; 
Unto  Thee    I    lift   my   Cry, 
Give   me  Chrift,  or   elfe   I    die. 

6.  O  my  God,    what   fhall   I   fay? 
Take,   o   take    my   Sins   away  1 
Jefu's   Blood    to  me    apply, 
Give  me   Chrift,   or  elfe  I   die. 

HYMN 


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HYMN    XCIII. 

Triu?7iph  over  D<;athi 

RE  AT   God,   I  own  thy  Sentence  juft; 
And  Mature  muft    decay; 
I  yield  my  Body  to  the   Duft, 
To  dwell   with  Fellow-Clay. 

2.  Yet  Faith  may  triumph   o'er  the   Graves, 
And   trample' on   the   Tombs; 
My   Jefus,    my  Redeemer  lives, 
My   God,   my    Saviour    comes. 

3»  The   mighty    Conqu'ror    mall   appear 
High   on    a  Royal  Seat, 
And   Death*   the  laft   of  all  his    Foes, 
Lie  vanquifh'd  at  his   Feet. 

4.  Tho'    greedy  Worms   devour    my  Skin, 

And  gnaw   my  wafting    Flefh, 
^    When  God   mall   build  my    Bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all    afrefh. 

5.  Then    mail   I  fee  thy  lovely  Face 

With   ftrong  immortal    Eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown   Grace, 
With   Pleafure   aud    Surprize. 

HYMN     XCIV. 

1.  /GREATEST   Hig-Prieft,   Saviour   Chrift, 
vJT  Who  for  me  waft  facrific'd  ; 

Make    my   Heart   thro'    thy   bleft  Paflion, 
To  thyfelf  a   pure   Oblation. 

2,  Thy   pure    Love  accepts   of  Nought, 
But  what    by  thy    Love  is    wrought; 

What's  not   of  thy    own    Formation, 
Ne'er  artaineth   to    Salvation. 

F  a  3.  Kill 


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3-  Kill  in   me  what  is   Unclean, 
Kill  in  me   the  Root  of  Sin; 
Snatch    my    Heart   from  its  Pollution, 
And  th'  old  Man's   entire  Confufion. 

4.  On  the  Altar   lay   the  Wood, 
And   confume   old    Adam's  Brood : 

Source    of    all   celeftial    Graces, 
I    would  die   in  thine    Embraces.. 

5.  Lo,  at   length   it  mall   appear, 

That   the  Lord   has   heard   my   Pray'r; 

Lo,  e'en  in  my   prefent  Station, 
He'll  be  pleas'd    with  my   Oblation. 

HYMN     XCV. 

The    Effufion  of  the  Spirit :     Or,  The  Succefs  of  the 

Go/pet. 

1.  y^(REAT  was  the   Day,   the  Joy  was  great 
\J  When   the  divine    Difciples  met ; 

Whilft   on  their  Heads    the   Spirit  came, 
And  fat   like   Tongues    of  cloven   Flame* 

2.  What    Gifts,  what    Miracles  he  gave ! 
And    Pow'r  to  kill,  and   Pow'r  to   fave  ! 
Furnifh'd  their  Tongues  with  wond'rous  Words, 
Inftead  of  Shields,   and  Spears,  and  Swords. 

3.  Thus  arm'd,   he  fent  the    Champion  forth, 
From  Eafl  to  Weft,   from  South   to   North ; 
Go,  and   aflert  your    Saviour's   Caufe : 
Go,   fpread  the    Myft'ry  of  his   Crofs. 

4.  Thefe   Weapons  of  the    holy    War, 
Of  what    Almighty   Force   they    are, 
To   make   our  ilubborn  Paffions  bow, 
And   lay   the   proudeft   Rebel    low ! 

5,  Nations, 


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5.  Nations,  the   Learned   and    the  Rude, 
Are   by   thefe   heav'nly    Arms     fubdu'd ; 
While   Satan    rages  at    his    Lois, 

And    hates    the  Doctrine   of  the    Crofs. 

6.  Great    King    of  Grace!    my    Heart  fubdne  ; 
I   would    be   led    in    Triumph    too, 

A  willing    Captive    to    my    Lord- 
And  ling   the  Vict'ries  of  his    Word. 

HYMN     XCVI. 

Chrlji    a  fure   Guide. 

1,  /^UIDE  me,    O    thou    great  Jehovah, 
\J  Pilgrim  through   this    Barren   Land, 

I    am   weak,  but    thou   art    mighty, 

Hold    me   with   thy   pow'rful    Hand  ; 
Bread  of  Heaven,  Bread  of    Heaven, 
Feed    me    till    I    want   no    more. 

2.  Open   now   the    Cryftal    Fountain 

Whence   the    healing  Streams  do    flow, 
Let    the    fi'ry   cloudy   Pillar 

Lead    me  all    my   Journey    through  ; 
Strong   Deliverer,  Strong    Deliv'rer, 
Be   thou   ftill   my  Strength    and    Shield. 

3»   When    I  tread   the    Verge   of  Jordan, 
Bid    my    anxious    Fear    fubfide  ; 

Death   ot    Deaths,  and   Hell's    Deftruclion, 
Land   me    fafe    on    Canaan's    Side; 

Songs   of  Praifes,  Songs  of  Praifes, 

I   will    ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN     XCVII. 

A  funeral  Though* 

I.   TTARK!    from  the  Tombs  a  doleful  Sound, 
JTX  My    Ears    attend  the   Cry ; 

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'<  Ye  living   Men,    come  view  the  Ground 
« Where  you  muft   fhortly  lye. 

2.  "  Princes,  this  Clay   niuft  be  your  Bed, 

*'  In  fpite   of  all   your    Tow'rs ! 
« The    Tall,    the  Wife,  the  Rev'rend  Head, 
"  Muft  lye  as   low   as   ours." 

3.  Great   God!    is   this   our  certain   doom? 

And   are  we    frill  fecure  ! 
Still   walking   downward   to   our   Tomb, 
-And  yet  prepare  no  more  I 

4.  Grant  us   the  Pow'r  of  cruick'ning   Grace, 

To  fit  our   Souls  to   fly, 
Then,    when  we   drop  this    dying   Flefh 
We'll  rife   above    the  Sky. 

HYMN    xcvnr. 

j4fcentio?it 

I*  f-JAIL    the    Day   that   fees    him    rife, 
Ravifh'd   from    our  wifliful    Eyes  ! 
Christ  a  while   to   Mortals   giv'n, 
Re-afcends   his    Native    Heav'n  ; 
There   the    pompous   Triumph  waits, 
Lift  your    Heads,    eternal  Gates  ] 
Wide  unfold   the  radiant   Scene ! 
Take  the  King   of  Glory  in ! 

2.  Him,    though    higheft    Heav'n    receives^. 
Still   he  loves  the   Earth   he   leaves ; 
Though    returning   to    the    Throne, 
Still  he    calls    Mankind   his    own ; 
Still  for   us   he  intercedes, 
prevalent    his    Death   he   pleads ; 
Near   himfelf  prepares    our    Place, 
Harbinger   of  human   Race. 

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3,  Matter  (may  we  ever   fay) 
Taken   from   our    Head  to  day, 
See   thy  faithful    Servants,  fee, 
Ever    gazing   up   to    thee  ! 

Grant,  tho7    parted   from    our   Sight, 
High  above   yon    azure    Height, 
Grant    our    Hearts   may   thither    rife 
Foil 'wing   thee    bevond    the   Skies. 

4,  Ever   upwards    let   us  move, 
Wafted  on    the    Wings    of  Love ; 
Looking;   when   our    Lord    mall   come, 
Longing,  gafping  after  Home  ; 
There   we    fhall    with    thee    remain, 
Partners    of  thy  glorious    Reign ; 
There    thy  Face    unclouded   fee, 

Find   our   Heav'n  of  Heav'ns   in  thee. 

HYMN     XCIX. 

The   Nativity, 

I.  "LI ARK,  the  glad  Sound  !  the  Saviour  comes, 
The   Saviour   promis'd   long  ! 
Let   ev'ry    Heart  prepare  a    Throne, 
And    ey'ry    Voice   a    Song. 

2¥  On  him   the  Spirit   largely   pour'd, 
Exerts  its   facred   Fire  j 
Wifdom   and  Might,    and    Zeal,  and   Love, 
His   holy    Brealt    infpire. 

3.  He    comes  the  Pris'ners    to    releafe, 

In    Satan's   Bondage   held  j 
The   Gates   of  Brafs    before    him   burft, 
The  Iron    Fetters   yield. 

4.  He   comes,  from   thickeft    Films  of  Vice, 

To   clear    the    mental    Ray  ; 
And  on  the    Eye-Balls   of  the   Blind 
To  pour  celeftial   Day, 

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5.  He   comes  the   broken   Heart  to   bind, 

The    bleeding  Soul    to    cure ; 
And   with  the   Riches   of  his  Grace, 
T*  enrich  the  humble    Poor. 

6.  Our  glad    Hofannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy   welcome   fhall   proclaim ; 
And    Heav'ns    Eternal  Arches   ring 
With   thy    beloved    Name* 

HYMN     C. 

B/cffl'd  are  the  Dead  that  die  in  the  Lord,  Rev.xiv.13. 
EAR  what  the  Voice  from  Heav'n  pro- 


1  H 


From    all  the    pious    Dead,     ,      (claims 
Sweet  is  the  Savour   of  their  Names. 
And  foft   their  fleeping   Bed* 

2.  They    die   in   Jefus,    and  are   blefs'd ; 
How   kind   their   Slumbers    are  J 
From    SufPrings   and  from  Sin   Releas'd, 
And   freed    from    ev'ry    Snare. 

%.  Far    from   this  World    of  Toil   and   Strife, 
They're    prefent  with  the  Lord  ; 
The   Labours   of  their  Mortal    Life 
End  in   a  large    Reward* 

HYMN     CI. 

I.  T-JE   comes!  He  comes  !   The  Saviour  dear, 
The  Seventh  Trumpet  {peaks  him  near ; 
His  Light'nings  flafh,  his  Thunders   roll, 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful    Soul  ; 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,   welcome, 
Welcome,  to   the   faithful   Soul. 

2»  From  Heav'n   angelic   Voices   found  \ 
See  the  Almighty  Jesus    crown'd  ! 

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Girt   with   Omnipotence   and  Grace, 
And   Glory    decks   the   Saviour's   Face ; 
Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory, 
Glory  decks    the    Saviour's   Face. 

3.  Defending  on  his   Azure    Throne, 

He   claims    the   Kingdom   for   his    own  ; 
The   Kingdoms  all  obey  his    Word, 
And  hail    him  their  Triumphant   Lord: 
Hail  him,    hail   him,    hail  him,    hail  him. 
Hail   him    their   Triumphant    LORD. 

4.  Shout   all    the    People   of  the    Sky, 
And   all  the    Saints    of  the    moft    High ; 
Our  GOD,    who   now   his   Right  obtains, 
For   ever   and   for  ever   reigns ; 

Ever,    ever,    ever,    ever, 
Ever   and    for   ever    reigns. 

5.  The    Father    praife,  the    Son   adore, 
The   Spirit   blefs  for   ever   more ; 
Salvation's   glorious   Work   is    do3ie, 

We    welcome   the  Great    Three   in  One  ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
Welcome    the    Great   Three   in    One  ! 

HYMN     CII. 

1.  I-JE   dies !  the    Friend  of   Sinners    dies  ! 

Lo  !   Salem's  Daughters   weep    around, 
A  folemn   Darknefs   veils   the   Skies ! 

A    fudden    Trembling   makes  the    Ground! 
Come,  Saints,  and  drop    a   Tear   or  two, 

For    him  who   groan'd  beneath  your  Load  ! 
He  fhed  a   Thoufand    Drops  for   you, 

A    Thoufand    Drops  of  richer    Blood ! 

2.  Come,  Sinners,    view   your    Saviour  Dead; 

And    weep  around    his  lonely   Tomb  ! 
Your    Hope,    your    Joy,    your    All   is   fled, 
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For   ah !    your!  Champion's   overcome  ! 
A   Conflict    with    the    Pow'rs    of  Hell 

Your   Saviour    did    for  you   fuftain ; 
He    nobly  fought ,   but   ah !   he   fell ! 

Break,  Hearts  of  Flint !  the  Lamb  is  (lain ! 

3#  Here's   Love,    and  Grief,   beyond    Degree, 

The   LORD  of  Glory   dies  for    Men! 
But   lo!    what   fudden   Joys  we  fee, 

JESUS,  the    Dead,    revives    again  ! 
The  rifmg   GOD   forfakes   the    Tomb  ; 

(The    Tomb   in   vain  forbids   his    Rife) 
Cherubic    Legions   guard    him    Home, 

And   fhout  him    welcome   to    the    Skies ! 

4,  Break   off  your    Tears,    ye    Saints,  and   tell 

How   high   our  great   Deliv'rer   reigns ; 
Sing   how  he  ipoil'd   the    Hofts   of  Hell, 

And    led   the   Monfter,  Death,  in  Chains, 
Say:  "Live  for   e^M*,  wond'rous   King! 

"Born  to   redeem^  and    ftrong   to  fave! 
Then  afk  the   Monfter— "Where's  thy  Sting  ? 

"And  where's  thy  VicVry,  boafting  Grave?" 


HYMN     CM. 

O  L  Y   Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 
Who  in  thee   begin  to  live, 
Day  and    Night   they   cry  to   thee, 
As   thou   art;    fo   let   us   be ' 


'H 


2.  Jefus  fee  my    panting   Breaft  : 
See   I    pant  in    thee   to   reft! 

Gladly   would    I    now   be  clean , 
Cleanfe    me    now    from  ev'ry    Sin. 

3,  Fix,  oh !    fix   my   wav'ring    Mind  ; 
To   thy    Crofs  my   Spirit   bind; 

Earthly    Paffions  far    remove  : 
Swallow   up   our    Souls  in    Love, 

4.  Dult 


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4-  Duft  and  Ames   though   we   be, 
Full   of  Guilt  and  Miiery, 

Thine   we    are,    thou    Son    of  God: 
Take    the   Purchafe   of  thy    Blood  ! 

5.  Who   in    Heart   on   thee    believes, 
He    th'  Atonement   now   receives  : 

He    with    Joy   beholds   thy  Face, 
Triumphs   in  thy    pard'ning   Grace, 

6.  See  ye    Sinners,   fee   the    Flame 
Rifing  from   the  flaughter'd    Lamb; 

Marks  the  new,    the  living  Way, 
Leading  to   eternal    Day  1 

7#  Jefu,  when    this    Light  we    fee, 
All    our  Souls   athirft    for  thee : 

When   thy   quick'ning   Pow'r    we  prove, 
All   our    Hearts  diflblve    in    Love. 

8.  Boundlefs    Wifdom,   Pow'r   divine, 
Love  unfpeakable   are   thine ! 
Praife  by  all   to  thee    be   giv'n, 
Sons  of  Earth,    and   Hofts   of  Heav'n. 

HYMN     CIV. 

Ho/anna  U  Chrifl,  Matt.  xxi.  9.    Luke  xix.  38,  40, 

I.   TTOSSANNA    to  the   Royal    Son 
jLX.  Of  David's  ancient   Line, 
His    Nature's    Two,    his  Perfon  One, 
Myfterious   and    Divine. 

2»  The  Root  of   David  here   we   find, 
And   Offspring   is    the   fame  j 
Eternity  and  Time   are   joind 
In  our  Emmanuel's   Name. 

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3-  Bleft   he  that    comes  to    wretched    Men 
With    peaceful    News    from   Heav'n ; 
Hofanna's  of  the   higheft   Strain 
To  Chrift,   the  Lord,  be    giv'n. 

4»  Let  Mortals  ne'er    refuie  to  take 
Th'  Hofanna    on  their  Tongues, 
Left   Rocks  and  Stones  mould  rife,  and  break 
Their    Silence    into    Songs. 

HYMN     CV. 

The   Blejfcdnefs    of  Co/pel  Times, 

1.  TJOW    beauteous  are    their  Feet, 
IT  Who  ftand  on    Zion's    Hill  [ 

Who   bring   Salvation  on  their   Tongues, 
And    WTords   of  Peace    reveal  ! 

2.  How    charming    is  their    Voice  1 

How   fweet    the    Tidings    are  ! 
i(  Zion,  behold   thy  Saviour-King, 
((  He    reigns  and   triumphs    here." 

3.  How    happy    are   our   Ears 

That    hear    this  joyful    Sound, 
Which    Kings  and  Prophets   waited   for, 
And    fought,    but   never  found  1 

4.  How  blefled  are    our   Eyes 

That   fee  his   heav'nly  Light; 
Prophets    and   Kings  delir'd   it   long, 
But    dy'd  without  the    Sight  I 

5.  The  Watchmen  join  their   Voice, 
And  tuneful   Notes    employ; 

Jerufalem    breaks  forth   in   Songs, 
And    Defarts  learn  .the    Joy. 

6.  The    Lord   makes  bare    his  Arm 

Thro*  all  the  Earth  abroad: 

Let 


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Let  ev'ry   Nation   now  behold 
Their    Saviour  and  their  God* 

HYMN     CVI. 

Chrift's    dying    Love:    Or,    Our     Pardon     bought    at 
a  dear  Price, 

I.   TTOW  condefcending,    and    how   kind, 
JL1  Was   God's    Eternal  Son  ! 
Our   Mis'ry    reach'd    his  heav'nly  Mind, 
And  Pity   brought   him    down. 

[2,  When    Juftice,    by  our    Sins    provok'd 
Drew   forth    its   dread  fid   Sword, 
He   gave    his   Soul  up  to    the  Stroke, 
Without   a  murm'ring    Word, 

3.  He   funk  beneath   his   heavy  Woes, 

To    raile   us  to  his   Throne ; 
There's  ne'er   a  Gift  his   Hand  beftows, 
But  coft   his    Heart   a   groan .3 

4.  This   was  Companion    like  a  God, 

That    when    the   Saviour   knew 
The   Price  of   Pardon   was   his    Blood, 
His   Pity  ne'er  withdrew* 

5.  Now  tho'  he   reigns  exalted  High, 

His    Love  is  ftill  as    great; 
Well   he    remembers   Calvary, 
Nor   let   his   Saints  forget, 

[6.  Here   we  behold    his   Bowels  roll 
As    Kind    as   when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the   Sorrows   of  his    Soul 
Bleed    thro'    his    wounded   Side.] 

{"7.  Here   we   receive  repeated  Seals 
Of  Jefus'  dying  Love: 
Hard  is    the  Wretch   that  never   feels 
One   foft   Affection  move*  1  8.  Here 


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8«  Here  let  our   Hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While   we  his  Death  record, 
And   with   our  Joy    for   pardon'd  Guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the   Lord. 

HYMN    CVIL 

The  Safety   a?id  Protection  of  the  Church;    Ifa.  xx\  i. 

l>  2,  3,  4?  5>  6. 

1.  T  T  O  W   honourable   is  the   Place, 
■1    A  Where  we    adoring  ftand, 

Zion  the    Glory   of  the    Earth, 
And    Beauty   of  the   Land ! 

2,  Bulwarks   of  mighty   Grace   defend 

The    City    where  we   dwell ; 
The   Walls,  of  ftrong   Salvation   made, 
Defy  th'Atfaults  of  Hell. 

3,  Lift   up   the   Everlafting   Gates* 

The   Doors    wide  open   fling; 
Enter   ye    Nations   that   obey 
The  Statutes   of  our  King. 

4.  Here  ihall  you  tafte  unmingled  Joys, 

And    live   in    perfeci   Peace; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah* s  Name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his   Grace. 

5.  Truft   in   the   Lord,    for  ever   Truft, 
And  banifh   all    your   Fears, 
Strength  in   the    Lord   Jehovah    dwells; 
Eternal    as  his   Years. 

%.  What  though   the   Rebels    dwell    on   high, 
His  Arm  mall   bring  them   low ; 
Low  as  the  Caverns   of  the  Grave, 
Their   lofty  Head  fhall  bow. 

7.  On 


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7.  On  Babylon   our    Feet   fhall   tread, 
Jn  that   rejoicing   Hour; 
The   Ruins   of  her    Walls   fhall   fpread 
A   Pavement  for  the   Poor. 

HYMN     CVIII. 

True   Happinefs.  * 

i.UOW  happy  is   the    Chriftian's  State  t 
His  Sins   are  all  forgiv'n  ; 
A  cheering   Ray  confirms  the  Grace, 
And  lifts  his  Hopes  to   Heav'n. 

2.  Tho'   in    the    rugged  Path  of  Life, 

He   heaves   the   penfive    Sigh ; 
Yet    trufting   in    his    God    he  finds 
Deliv'ring   Grace   is  nigh, 

3.  If,   to  prevent   his    wand'ring   Steps, 

He   feels   the    chaft'ning  Rod  ; 
The   gentle  Stroke   fhall  bring  him  back 
To   his   forgiving   God. 

4.  And  when   the    welcome    Menage    come* 

To   call   his   Soul   away  ; 
His   Soul   in  Raptures    fhall    afcend 
To  everlafling    Day. 

HYMN     CIX. 

A  Profpefl    of  the   Refurreftion. 

1.  I-JOW  long  fhall   Death  the   Tyrant  reign, 

And  triumph    o'er   the   Juft, 
While   the   rich  Blood  of  Martyrs  flain 
Lies  mingled   with   the    Duft  i 

2,  When  fhall   the   tedious   Night  be  gone  ? 

When   will   our   Lord    appear  ? 
Our  fond  Defires   would  pray  him   down, 
Our    Love   embrace   him  here, 

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3.  Let  Faith   arife,    and  climb  the    Hills, 

And    from    afar   defcry, 
How   diftant    are   his  Chariot    Wheels, 
And    tell    how  fait  they  fly, 

4.  Lo,    I  beli old   the   featuring  Shades, 

The    Dawn   of  Heav'n  appears, 
The    fweet  Immortal    Morning    fpreads, 
Its  Blulhes  round   the    Spheres. 

5.  I  fee   the   Lord  of  Glory  come, 

And    flaming   Guards  around  ! 
The    Skie6   divide   to    make  him  room, 
The    Trumpet    makes   the   Ground, 

6.  I    hear  the  Voice!  "  Ye    Dead    arife;  '* 

And  lo,   the   Graves    obey, 
And    waking   Saints   with  joyful   Eyes 
Salute    th'expecled    Day. 

7.  They   leave   the   Duit,    and   on   the  Wing 

Rife  to  the    middle  Air, 
In    ihining  Garments  meet   their    King. 
And    low   adore  him  there. 

8.  O  may   my   humble    Spirit  Hand 

Among  them   cloth 'd  in   white  I 
The   meaneft  Place   at   his  Right   Hand 
Is  infinite  Delight. 

9.  How   will  our   Joy   and  Wonder  rife, 

When  our   returning    King 
Shal&bear    us  homeward   thro'  the     Skies 
On    Love's   triumphant   Wing. 

HYMN     CX. 

Happy      FRAILTY. 

O  W  meanly  dwells  th'immortal   Mind ! 
How  vile  theie   Bodies    are  I 

Why 


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Why    was  a   Clod  of  Earth,  defign'd 
T'  enclofe    a  heav'nly   Star  ? 

2.  Weak   Cottage   where  our  Souls  refide, 

This   Fleih  a   tott'ring   Wall  : 
The   frightful   Breaches   gaping  wide, 
The  Buildings    bend   to    fall. 

3.  All    round  it    Storms    of  Sorrow  blow, 

And    Waves    of  Trouble    roll  ; 
Cold  Waves,  and  Winter  Storms,  beat  through, 
And  pain    the  Tenant    Soul. 

4.  "  Alas,  how   frail   our    State ! "  faid    I, 

And   thus  went   mourning   on, 
Till   fudden  from   the   cleaving    Sky 
A   Gleam  of  Glory    in  one. 

5.  My  Soul  all  felt  the   Glory    come, 

And   breath'd  her    native    Air ; 
Then    fhe   remembered    Heav'n    her  Home, 
And   lhe  a  Pris'ner  here. 

6.  Straight   fhe  began   to    change   her   Key, 

And  joyful   in    her    Chains, 
She  fung  the    Frailty    of  her  Clay 
In   pleafurable    Strains. 

7.  "How  weak   the  Pris'n  is   where  I    dwell  ! 

"  This    Flefh    a   tott'ring    Wall ! 
*'  The   Breaches   chearfully    foretell, 
"The    Houfe    rauft   fhortly    fall.       > 

8.  "No  more  my  Friends,    mall  I    compRiin, 

"  Tho'    all    my  Heart- Strings   ake, 
"  Welcome   Difeafe,  and    ev'ry    Pain, 
"That  makes  the   Cottage    fhake. 

9.  "  I    have   a   Manfion   built    above, 

"By  the   eternal   Hand, 

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"  And    mould   the   Earth's    eld   Bafis  move, 
"  My   Heav'nly   Houfe    mult   {land. 

10.  "Yes  for    'tis   there  my   Saviour    reigns; 
"  ( I  long  to    fee   my  God ) 
"And  his  immortal    Strength    fuftains 
"  The    Purchafe   of  his   Blood. 

II4  Ci  Hark,  from    on  High    my    Saviour  calls, 
<l  I  come,    my    Lord,    my   Love  ; 
(t  Devotion   breaks  the    Prifon   Walls, 
"  And   ipeeds   my   laft    Remove/' 

HYMN     CX[. 

Inftraftion  from  Scripture,  Pfalm  cxix. 

Vers  9. 

1 .  TJ  O  W  ihall  the  Young  fecure  their  Hearts, 
JlIl  And    guard    their    Lives  from    Sin  I 

Thy    Word   the  choiceft    Rules  imparts, 
To  keep    the    Confcience   clean. 

Vers  130. 

2.  When    once  it  enters  to   the    Mind, 

It  lpread3    fuch    Light  abroad, 
The  meanefl  Souls    lnftrucrtion  find* 
And    raife    their    Thoughts  to    God* 

Vers  105. 

3.  'Tis   like    the    Sun,    a  heav'nly   Light, 

That   guides    us   all    the    Day  ; 
And  thro'   the    Dangers   of  the    Night, 
A    Lamp   to   lead   our   Way. 

Vers  99,  100. 

4.  The  Men  that  keep   thy    Law   with    Care, 

And   meditate  thy    Word, 
Grow  wifer  than    their    Teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the    Lord. 

Vers 


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Vers  104,  115. 

5.  Thy  Precepts    make  me    truly  wift ; 

I  hate  the    Sinner's    Road ; 
1  hate  my  own   vain    thoughts   that    rife, 
But   love   thy   Law,  my  God. 

Vers  89,  90,  91 . 

6.  [The    (tarry   Heav'ns   thy    Rule    obey, 

The   Earth   maintains    her   Place  : 
And  thefe    thy    Servants    Night    and    Day, 
Thy    Skill    and   FowY    exprefs, 

7.  But   ftill    thy  Law   and   Gofpel,  Lord, 

Have    Leflbns   more    divine; 
Not   Earth    (lands    firmer  than  thy   Word, 
Nor  Stars  fo   nobly  fhine  ] 

Vers.   160,  140*  9,  116. 

8.  Thy  Word  is    everlafting   Truth, 

How   pure   is  ev'ry   Page ! 
That    holy   Book    (hall   guide   our   Youth 
And    well  fupport   our  Age. 

HYMN     CXII. 

Faith  in    Chrift  fir  Par  dm  and   Sanftification* 

I*  TTOW  fad   our   State    by   Nature   is! 
il  Our  Sin    how    deep    it    (tains ! 
And  Satan    binds    our  captive  Minds 
Fa(t  in    his  (lavifti  Chains. 

2.  But   there's   a  Voice    of  Sov'reign  Grace, 

Sounds   from   the  facred    Word  j 
Ho  !   ye  defparing   Sinners  come, 
And  truft   upon  the  Lord. 

3.  My    Soul   obeys  th'  Almighty  Call, 

And    runs   to  this    Relief; 
I    would   believe  thy    Promife    Lord ; 
O !    help  my   Unbelief. 

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[4.'  To  the   dear  Fountain  of  thy  Blood, 
Incarnate    God  !    1   fly; 
Here   let    me    warn  my   fpotted    Soul 
From    Crimes    of  deepeft   dye. 

5.  Stretch   out   thine   Arm,  victorious    King, 

My   reigning   Sins   fubdue  ; 
Drive    the    old    Dragon   from    his   Seat, 
With    all   his    helliih    Crew.] 

6.  A   guilty,  weak,  and   helplefs    Worm, 

On   thy    kind    Arms    1    fall : 
Be  thou   my    Strength   and   Right'oufnefs, 
My   Jefus,    and    my    All. 

HYMN    CXIir. 

God    Holy,  juftt    cmd  Sovereign. 

*•  TJ[  O  W    mould  the    Sons  of  Adam's  Race 
X  jl  Be  pure*  before  their   God! 
If  he    contend  in    Right 'oufnefs, 
We   fall    beneath   his    Rod. 

C,  To    vindicate  my    Words  and    Thoughts 
I'll   make   no   more    Pretence ; 
Not    one   of  all    my    thoufand   Faults 
Can  bear    a  juft    Defence. 

3.  Strong   is   his  Arm,  his    Heart   is   wife; 
What    vain  Prefumers    dare 
Agaiiift    their    Maker's    Hand  to  rife, 
Or    tempt    th'  unequal   W7ar  \ 

[4.  Mountains    by    his    Almighty  Wrath 
From  their    old    Seats    are    torn  ; 
He  (hakes    the    Earth,    from    South  to  North, 
And   all   her  Pillars    mourn. 

5»  He   bids   the   Sun    forbear    to  rile ; 
Th*   obedient   Sun    forbears: 

His 


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His    hand    with    Sackcloth    fpreads   the  Skies, 
And  Seals  up   all    the    Stars. 

6.  He    Walks   upon   the    flormy   Sea; 
Flies  on  the  flormy    Wind  ; 
There's   none   can    trace    his  wond'rous  Way, 
Or    his    dark   Footfteps   find.] 

HYMN     CXIV. 

The  Works  of  Mofes  and  the   Lamb,  Rev.  xv.   3. 
OW  ftrong  thine    Arm  is,  mighty    God  \ 


H 


Who  would  not   fear  thy   Name! 
Jems,    how   fweet    thy  Graces  are  i 
Who   would   not  love  the   Lamb? 

2.  He   has    done    more  than    Mofes    did, 

Our  Prophet    and    our  King ; 
From    Bonds   of    Hell  he  freed   our  fouls, 
And   taught   our    Lips   to   fing.: 

3.  In  the    Read-Sea   by  Mofes*  Hand 

Th'  Egyptian   Hoil    was    drown 'd ; 
But   his   own    Blood    hides   all    our    Sins, 
And   Guilt    no    more    is    found. 

4.  When    thro'  the    Defart    Ifrael   went, 

With   Manna    they    were    fed ; 
Our    Lord    invites    us    to    his    Flefh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5.  Mofes  beheld   the  promis'd  Land, 

Yet    never  reach'd  the  Place  ; 
But  Chrift    fhall   bring  his  followers    home, 
To    fee    his    Father's  Face. 

6.  Then   fhall    our  Love    and  Joy    be    full, 

And   feel  a  warmer   flame. 
And    fweeter    Voices  tune   the    Song 
Of  Mofes   and    the    Lamb. 

G  3  HYMN. 


C  io*  ) 
HYMN     CXV. 

The   Nat?ie   of    Jefus. 

1.  T  TOW    fweet  the  Name   of  Jefus  founds 
JLA.  In  a  Believers    Ear? 

It  fooths  his    Sorrows,    heals   his    Wounds, 
And    drives    away    his    Fear. 

2.  It  mak^s   the  wounded    Spirit   whole, 

And   calms   the   Doubled   Breaft ; 
'Tis    Manna    to  the  hungry    Soul; 
And   to    the    Weary    Reit. 

3.  Dear    Name  !   the   Rock    on   which  I  build 

My   Shield  and    hiding  Place, 
My    never-failing   Treasry   fill'd 
With    boundlefs  Stores  of  Grace. 

4.  By   thee    my    Pray'rs    Acceptance   gain, 

Altho'    with    Sin    defil'd; 
Satan  accufes   me    in    vain, 
And    I   am  ownM   a  Child. 

5.  Jefus  !  my  Shepherd,  Hufband,  Friend, 

My   Pr-  p'let,  Prieft    and    King ; 
My    Lord,    my    Life,   my   Way,   my    End, 
Accept  the    Praife   I    bring. 

6.  Weak  is   the    Effort  of  my    Heart, 

And    cold    my   warmed  Thought, 
But   when    I    fee   thee  as    thou    art, 
I'll  praife  thee  as   I    ought! 

7.  Till  then    T   would  thy   Love  proclaim, 

With    ev'ry   fleeting    Breath ; 
And    may   the    Mufic   of  thy    Name 
Refielh  my    Soul  in   Death. 


HYMN 


HYMN     CXVI. 

Love   to  the  Creatures    is   dangerous* 

1.  T  TOW  vain  are    all   Things   here   below! 
-I   A   How  falfe,    and    yet    how  fair ! 

Each   Pleafure  hath  its   Poifon    too, 
And   ev'ry    Sweet   a    Snare. 

2.  The  brighteft    Things   below   the    Sky 

Give   but   a  flatt'ring    Light  ; 
We   fhould   fufpecft.    fom-e    Danger  nigh, 
Where    we    pofiefs    Delight. 

3.  Our   deareit   Joys,  and   near  eft    Friends, 

The    Partners  of  our    Blood, 
How  they    divide  our    wav'ring  Minds, 
And    leave    but  half  for    God. 

4.  The  Fondnefs    of  a   Creature's   Love 

How   ftrong  it  ftrikes  the   Senfe  ! 
Thither  the   warm    Affections    move, 
Nor   can  we   call  them   thence. 

5.  Dear    Saviour!  let   thy  Beauties   be 

My    Soul's   eternal    Food  ; 
And    Grace   command   my    Heart  away 
From    all   created   Good, 

HYMN     CXVII. 

The   Wonders    of  redeeming   hove, 

I.  XJTOW    wond'rous    are  the  Works  of  God, 
rX  Difplay'd   thro'   all    the   World    abroad  ! 
Immenfely  Great !    Immenfely    Small  ! 

Yet    one   ftrange   Work   exceeds  them  all. 

G  a  2,  He 


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2.  He  form'd  the  Sun,  fair   fount  of  Light ; 
The  Moon    and    Stars   to  rule   the  Night ; 

But  Night,  and   Stars,  and  Moon,  and  Sun, 

Are  litde    Works   compared    with   One. 

< 

3.  He  roll'd   the  Seas  and  fpread  the  Skies; 
Made   Vallies  fink    and    Mountains    rife ; 

The   Meadows  cloth'd   with    Native  Green  ; 
And   bade    the  Rivers    glide  between, 

4.  But    what    are  Seas,    or  Skies,  or  Hills, 
Or   verdant   Vales,  or   gliding     Rills, 

To    Wonders    Man    was   born  to    prove  ? 
The   Wonders   of  redeeming  Love  ! 

5.  'Tis   far   beyond  what   Words    exprefs, 
What    Saints    can    feel,  or    Angels  'guefs; 

Angels,  that    Hymn  the    Great    I    AM, 

Fall    down   and    veil    before    the  I^amb, 

• 

6.  The   higheft    Heav'ns   are    fhort   of  this, 
'Tis   deeper  than    the    valt    Abyfs, 

5Tis  more  than    Thought  can  e'er  conceive 
Or    Hope   expert,  or    Faith   believe. 

7.  Almighty   God   fighM   human    Breath, 
The  Lord  of  Life  experienc'd    Death  ; 

How   it  was    done    we    can't    difcufs  ; 
But   this   we    know,  'twas   done  for  us. 

8*  Eleft  with    this    Faith   then  let  us   raife 
Our   Hearts   in    Love,  our  Voice  in  Praife, 
All    Things   to  us  mult    work   for   Good, 
For   whom   the    Lord   hath  med  his  Blood. 

9,  Trials    may   prefe  of  ev'ry   Sort; 

They    may   be    fore ;  they   mult   be   fhort ; 
We    now    believe    but   foon    mall   view. 
The   greateft    Glories  God   can  fhew. 

H  Y  M  N- 


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HYMN     CXVIII. 

1.  T  am,  faith  Chrift,  the   Way. 
X   Now   if  we   credit  him, 

All   other   Paths  muft   lead   aftray 
How    fair    foe'er    they  feem. 

2.  I   am,    faith    (Thrift,    the    Truth. 

Then   all   that  lacks    this   Teft, 
Proceed   it    from   an    Angel's   Mouth, 
Is  but   a   Lie   at    belt, 

3.  I    am,   faith   Christ,  the    Life, 

Let    this    be   feen    by  Faith, 
It    follows   without  further  Strife, 
That  all  befides   is    Death. 


If  what  thofe   Words    aver, 

The    holy   Ghoft   apply  ; 
The  fimpleft   Christian    fhall   not   err, 

Nor   be  deceiv'd   nor    die. 

HYMN     CXIX. 


1,  T   Alk'd  the    LORD  that   I    might    grow 
J.  In  Faith,  and   Love,  and   ev'ry  Grace  ; 

Might   more    of  his    Salvation   knDW, 
And  feek   more   earneflly    his    Face. 

2,  'Twas  he   who  taught  me    thus  to  pray  ; 

And   he,    I    truft,    has   anfwer'd  Pray'r  : 
But   it  has   been   in  fuch    a   Way 
As   almoft    drove  me   to   defpair. 

3,  I  bop'd    that  in    fome    favoured    Hour, 

At  once  he'd    grant  me    my   Reqneft ; 

G  5  And 


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And,  by  his    Love's  conftraining   Pow'r, 
Subdue  my  Sins  and  give   me  Reit. 

4.  Inftead    of  this,  he   made   me  feel 
The    hidden   Evils    of  my  Heart, 
And   let   the    angry    Povv'rs    of  Hell 
AiTault   my   Soul  in   ev'ry   Part. 

54  Yea   more,    with    his   own    Hand   he  feem'd 
Intent   to   aggravate    my   Woe ; 
Crofs'd    all    the  fair   Defigns   I    fchem'd, 
Blaited   my    Gourds,  and   laid  me  low. 

6.  LORD,  why  is    this?  I  trembling  cry'rf; 

Wilt   thou  purfue   thy    Worm   to    Death  ? 
'Tis  in   this    Way,    the    LORD   reply'd, 
I  anfwer   Pray'r  for  Grace    and  'Faith. 

7.  Thefe   inward   Trials  I    employ 

From  Self  and  Pride  to  fet  thee  free, 
To   break   thy    Schemes    of  worldly   Joy, 
That  thou    may 'ft  feek  thy  All    in    Me. 

HYMN     CXX, 

Paul's   Voyage, 

1.  TF   Paul  in   Csefar's   Court   muft  ftand, 
X  He   need  not  fear   the   Sea; 

Secur'd  from   Harm,  on    ev'ry    Hand, 
By  the   divine    Decree. 

2.  Altho'  the   Ship  wherein   he    fail'd, 

By  dreadful    Storms   was   tofs'd  ; 
The    Promife   over  all    prevail'd, 
And    not   a  Life    was    loft. 

3.  Jefus!    the  *God    whom  Paul    ador'd, 

Who    faves  in    Time    of  need ; 
Was  then  confefs'd    by    all  on    Board, 
A  prcfent  Help  indeed! 


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4,  Tho'   neither  Sun  nor   Stars  were   feen 

Paul   knew   the    Lord    vas   near; 

And  Faith   preferv'd  his    Soul    ferene, 

When    ethers   fhook    with    Fear. 

5,  Believers  thus  are  tefs'd  about 

On   Life's  tempeftuous    Main; 

But  Grace   aflures  beyond    a   Doubt 

They   ihall    their    Port   attain. 

6.  They   muft,  they    fhall    appear    one  Day, 

Before   their    Savieur's    Throne  ; 
The  Storms    they   meet   with   by    the  Way, 
But   make    his    Power    known. 

7.  Their    PafTage    lies  acrofs   the    Brink 

Of  many    a    threatening    Wave ; 
The  World  expecls   to    fee  them  fink, 
But   Jefus    lives    to    fave. 

8»  Lord,  tho'   we    are    but    feeble   Worms, 
Yet  fince    thy   Word    is  paft  ; 
We  11   venture   thro'  a    thoufand    Storms, 
To  fee    thy   Face    at   laft. 

HYMN     CXXI. 

Before    Baptifr.^ 

I,  TF    glorious    Angels    do   rejoice 
1  When  Sinners  turn    to   God, 
Let   us  unite  with  chearful    Voice 
To   fpread  his   Praife    abroad. 

2„  When   Jefus  unto   Jordan  came, 
And  was  baptiz'd  of  John, 
A    Voice    from   Heaven    did  proclaim 
'Tis  my   beloved   Son. 

3,  His  Minifters   he   fent  about 

To   preach  the   WTord   of  Grace, 

And 


C  108  ) 

And   to  baptize    the    World  throughout, 
Who    fhould    his    Truth    embrace. 

4.  Lord  we   have    hsre   before  your    Eyes, 

Some    that  have    fet    their  Hands 
To    ferve   thee,    and   to   be    haptiz'd 
As  thou  didfi    give    Command* 

5.  Glory   to  God   who    reigns  above, 

For   his    abounding  Grace, 
In   this    the    Token    of  his    Love 
To    us   a   guilty   Race, 

6.  Let   us    employ   our    Tongues    to   fing 

The   Praifes    of  the    Lord, 
For  calling    Sinners   home    to    him    . 
By    his   all-powrful    Word. 

HYMN     CXXII. 

The  Rum  of  Antic hrift,  Ifai.  63.  Ver.  4.  5,  6,  7. 

1.  "  T  Lift  my   Banner,  faith    the   Lord, 
i  H  Where   Antichrift    has   flood ; 
«  The  City   of  my   Gofpel-Foes 
"Stall   be  a  Field  of  Blood. 

2»   "  My  Heart   has   ftudied  juft    Revenge, 
i(  And   now    the  Day    appears, 
'*  The    Day  of  my    Redeemed  is  come 
( •  To   wipe    away  their  Tears. 

3.  "  Qui^e   weary  is    my  Patience  grown, 
e(  And  bids    my    Fury  go  ; 
<<  Swift  as   the   Lightning   it    fhall   move, 
"  And    be  as   fatal   too. 


4.  *<  I   call   for   Helpers,    but   in  vain  : 
"  Then   has  my   Gofpel   none  ? 


«  Well 


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"  Well,    mine    own   Arm  has    Might  enougli 
"  To  crufh  my   Foes   alone. 

5.  "  Slaughter   and    my   devouring   Sword 

ft  Shall   walk   the   Streets   around ; 
il  Babel   mail    reel    beneath    my   Stroke, 
"And   flagger    to    the    Ground. " 

6.  Thy  Honour,    O  victorious  King  ! 

Thine  own    Right-Hand  mail   raife, 
While   we    thy   awful   Vengeance    fmg, 
And    our   Deliverer   Fraife. 

HYMN      CXXIII. 

Sight  through    a   Giafs,    and   Face    to    Face* 

LOVE    the  Windows  of  thy    Grace, 
Thro'   which  my    Lord   is  feen, 
And  long   to    meet  my    Saviour's  Face, 
Without    a    Glafs   between. 


'I 


2.  O    that  the   happy  Hour   were   come, 

To    change    my    Faith  to    Sight! 
I  mall  behold    my   Lord    at  Home, 
in   a   diviner  Light. 

3,  Hafte,  my  Beloved,    and    remove 

Thefe  interpofing    Days  ; 
Then  fhall  my    Paffions   all  be    Love, 
And   all  my   Pow'rs   be    Praife. 

HYMN     CXXIV. 

Not    ajbamed   of  the'  G  of  pel,  2  Tim.  i,  12. 

r.  I'M  not    afliam'd    to    own    my    Lord, 
A  Or    to  defend    his  Caufe, 
Maintain   the    Honour    of  his  Word, 
The   Glory  of  his    Crofs. 

2,  Jefas, 


C    "0  ) 

2.  Jefus,  my   God  !    I   know  his  Name, 

His    Name   is   all   my    Truft  j 
Nor   will  he  .  put   my    Soul   to  Shame, 
Nor   Jet    my  Hope   be  loft. 

3.  Firm    as   his    Throne   his    Promife    Hands; 

And   he  can   well    fecure 
What  I've   committed    to   his    Hands, 
Till   the   deciiive    Hour, 

4.  Then  will   he  own   my  worthlefs  Name 

Before    his    Father's   Face, 
And   in   the  new  Jerufalem 
Appoint   my   Soul   a    Place. 

HYMN     CXXV. 

Cod  is    every  where. 

N    all   my   vaft   Concerns  with   thee, 
In   vain   my   Soul   would  try 
To    fhun   thy  Prefence,  Lord,  or   flee 
The    Notice   of  thine    Eye, 

2.  Thy   all-furrounding    Sight    furveys 

My    Rifing   and   my  Reft, 
My   public   Walks,  my  private    Ways, 
And  Secrets    of  my    Breaft. 

3.  My   Thoughts    lie  open   to    the   Lord 

Before  they're   form'd    within  ; 
And    ere   my    Lips  pronounce    the    Word 
He   knows   the    Senfe  I    mean. 

4.  O   wond'rous  Knowledge,  deep  and  high  1 

Where    can  a    Creature   hide  ? 
Within  tjiy   circling   Arms    I   lye, 
Befet   on    ev'ry    Side. 

5.  So  let  thy    Grace  furround   me  ftill, 

And  like   a   Bulwark   Prove, 

To 


1  I 


(  "I ) 

To   guard   my    Soul  from    ev'ry    ill, 
Secur'd   by    Sov 'reign   Love. 

PAUSE. 

6.  Lord,  where  fhall   guilty   Souls   retire, 

Forgotten    and   unknown  ? 
In    Hell    they   meet   thy   dreadful   Fire, 
In   Heav'n    thy   glorious   Throne. 

7.  Should  I   fupprefs   my  vital    Breath 

To   'fcape  the    Wrath   Divine, 
Thy  Voice  would  Break  the  Bars  of  Death, 
And  make  the   Grave  refign. 

8.  If  wing'd   with    Beams   of   Morning- Light, 

I    fly    beyond  the    Weft, 
Thy  Hand   which  muft    fupport  my  Flight, 
Would  foon   betray    my   Reft. 

0.  If  o'er  my    Sins    I  think   to   draw 

The   Curtains  of  the   J^ight, 
Thofe  flaming  Eyes   that  guard   thy  Law 
Would   turn   the   Shades  to  Light. 

10,  The   Beams  of  Noon,  the   Midnight  Hour, 
Are   both   alike   to   thee  : 
O  may   I    ne'er  provoke   that   Pow'r 
From  which  I    cannot   flee. 

HYMN     GXXVI. 

Prayer  for  Deliverance  anfwered,  Ifa»  xxvi.  8 — 20* 

1.  TN   thine  own   Ways,  O  God    of  Love, 
J-  We   wait   the    Vifks   of  thy    Grace  i 

Our    Souls    Defire    is    to   thy    Name, 
And   the   Remembrance    of  thy    Face. 

2.  My   Thoughts  are   fearching,  Lord  for  thee; 
'Mongft  the  black  Shades  of  loaefome  Night;. 

My 


( *vz ) 

My   earneft  Cries  falute    the    Skies, 
Before    the    Dawn   reftores    the  Light. 

3.  Look  how    rebellious   Men    deride 
The   tender  Patience   of  my  God  ; 
But  they   ihall   fee   thy  lifted  Hand, 
And  feel   the   Scourges   of  thy   Rod. 

4.  Hark !    the    Eternal   rends  the    Sky, 
A   mighty    Voice    before   him   goes, 
A   Voice    of  Mufic   to   lus    Friends, 
But  threatening   Thunder    to    his  Foes. 

5.  Come  Children,   to  your   Father's    Arms, 
Hide   in    the    Chambers    of  my    Grace, 
'Till   the   fierce    Storm   be   overblown, 
And  my   revenging   Fury  ceafe, 

6.  My  Sword    mall   boaft  its   Thoufands   flain, 
And  drink  the    Blood   of  haughty   Kings, 
While   heav'nly  Peace  around  my  Flock 
Stretches   its   foft    and   fhady    Wings. 

HYMN     CXXVII. 

At   a   Marrtage-SoU'm/iity. 

1  ♦  T  T   is  not   good,    Jehovah    faid, 
X  For  Man  new  form'd  to  be  alone  ; 
Then  of  his   Rib    an  Help-meet    made, 

And   Man   and   Wife   pronounc'd    but    one* 

.2  From  near   his  Heart   this   Rib  he   took, 
To   mew  the    Favour   mould    be   priz'd: 
Not   from   his    Head    to    overlook ; 
Nor    from  his   Foot  to   be    defpil'd, 

3.  Beneath   his   Arm  to   fignify 

Wives    mould    Authority    difclaim, 
And  that    Protection   and   Supply 

Are  from  the   Hulbands    due   to   them. 

3.  Blefs 


(  "3  ) 

4.  Blefs,  Lord,    this   newly-married    Pair, 

And   make    the    Match  a  Bleffing  prove ; 
Their   Int'reft   one,  their  Joys,    their   Care, 
Made    happy   in  each   other's    Love. 

5,  May    each  to    each  an   Help-meet   be, 

And   bend  their    Necks   to  Jefu's    Yoke  : 
Banded  to    feek  Felicity 

With    Chrift's    defpifed    little   Flock. 

6„  Should    Olive  Plants,  around    their    Board, 
To   them   the    Gift    of   Heaven    be, 
Help    them   to    give    them    back,  dear  Lord  ; 
Help   them  to    bring   them   up    for  thee, 

7.  Jefus  we   aik  thy    Prefence  here  ; 
O    may  thy    Face  upon    us   mine  ; 
Thy   Goodnefs  more    our  Hearts    can  chear 
Than   coftlieft    Food   or   richeft   Wine. 

H  Y  M  IS     CXXVIII. 

1.  T    That    am    drawn   out   of  the    Depth, 
A  Will     fing    upon    the     Shore  : 

I   that   in   Hell's    dark   Suburbs   lay, 
Pure  Mercy   will  adore. 

2.  The    Terrors   of  the  living;   God 

My    Soul  did  fo    affright ; 
I  fear'd  left   I    mould  be  condemn'd 
To  an   eternal   Night. 

3.  Kind  was  the   Pity    of  my   Friends, 

But   could   not   eafe    my    Smart ; 
Their    Words   indeed    did  reach   my  Cafe, 
But   could    not    reach   my    Heart* 

4«  Ah,  what  was  then  this    World   to   me, 
To   whom    God's   Word  was   dark  .? 
Who  in   my    Dungeon    could   not   fee 
One  Beam   or  mining   Spark* 

H  5.  What 


(   i'4  ) 

5,  What   then   were   all   the   Creatures  Smiles, 

When   the  Creator  frown'd  ? 
My   Days  were  Nights,  my  Life  was  Death, 
My    Being   was    my    Wound. 

6.  Tortur'd  and    rack'd,  with  hellifh   Fears, 

Left   God   the    Blow    mould   give ; 
Mine    Eyes    did   fail,  my  Heart  did  fink, 
Then    Mercy  bid   me    live. 

HYMN     CXXIX. 

1.  T'V  E   found   the  Pearl  of  greateft  Price, 
A   My   Heart  doth   fing  for   Joy  • 

And  ling   I    mult,    a    Chrift  I   have ; 
O    what   a  Chrift  have  I  ? 

2.  Chrift   is   the   Way,  the    Truth,  the   Life, 

The    Way   to    God    on    High, 
Life    to    the    Dead,  the    Truth    of  Types, 
The   Truth    of  Prophefy. 

3.  Chrift    is    a    Prophet,  Prieft  and   King  : 

A    Prophet    full    of  Light, 
A   Prieft   that    ftands    'twixt  God  and  Man, 
A   King  that   rules  with  Might. 

4.  Chrift 's  Manhood  is  a   Temple,  where 

The    Altar  God    doth  reft  ; 
My   Chrift,  he   is  the   Sacrifice, 
My  Chrift  he  is   the    Prieft. 

5.  My    Chrift   he    is   the    Lord    of  Lords, 

He   is  the    King   of   Kings ; 
He   is  the    Sun    of  Right'oufnefs, 
With    Healing   in    his    Wings. 

6*  My  Chrift,  he  is  the    Tree  of  Life, 
Which   in    God's  Garden  grows; 


Whofe 


I» 


(  "5-  ) 

Whofe  Fruit  docs  feed,  whofe  Leaves  do  heal  ; 
My   Chriit  is  Sharon's  Rofe. 

7.  Chrift   is    my   Meat,  Chrift    is  my   Drink, 

My    Phyfick  and    my    Health, 
My  Peace  my    Strength,  my    Joy,  my  Crown, 
My  Glory    and    my    Wealth. 

8.  Chrift    is   my  Father,  and   my    Friend, 

My    Brother   and   my    Love  ; 
My   Head,  my    Hope,  my    Counfellor,  * 

My    Advocate   ftbove. 

9.  My  Chrift,  he   is   the    Heav'n  of  Keav'nf, 
My    Chrift    what   mail  I    call  ? 

My  Chi  ill   is    Firft,    my    Chrift   is   Laft, 
My   Chrift   is  All   in   AIL 

HYMN     CXXX. 

1 4  T    Want    an  Heart    to   pray; 
A  To   pray,  and  never    ceafe  : 
Never  to   murmer    at  thy    Stay, 
Or   wifh    my    Sufferings   lefs. 

2.  This   Blefling    above    all, 

Always   to   pray,   I    want : 
Out   of  the    Deep   on   thee    to   call, 
And    never,    never    faint, 

3.  I  want  a   true  Regard, 

A    fingle,  fteady^Aim, 
(Unmov'd   by  Threatning   or    Reward — ) 
I    To  thee,  and  thy    great    Name. 

4.  A    jealous    juft    Concern, 

For    thine    immortal    Praife ; 
A   pure   Defirej  that  all  may  learn 
And    glorify   thy   Grace, 

H  2  5,  I  want 


( "6 ) 

5.  I  want  with    all   my    Heart 
*  Thy   Pleafure   to   fulfil  ; 
To    know   myfelf,    and   what   thou   art, 
And    what  thy  perfedt  Will. 

f6,  I  want,  I   know   not  what ; 
I  want  my   Wants  to  fee  : 
I    want,  alas !  what   want    I    not, 
When    thou    art   not  in  me  ? 

HYMN      CXXXI. 

The  Good  that    I  •would   I  do    not. 

i.  l"  Would,    but   cannot    ling, 

I  Guilt    has  untun'd   my    Voice ; 
The   Serpent  lin's   envenom'd    Sting 
Has  poifon'd    all   my   Joys, 

2,  I  know   the    Lord    is  nigh, 

And  w7ould,    but    cannot   pray; 
For    Satan    meets   me   when    I    try, 
And  frights    my    Soul  away. 

3,  I  would,  but    can't    repent 

Tho'    I    endeavour  oft  ; 
This  ftony   Heart  can    ne'er   relent 
'Till  Jefus    makes   it   foft. 

4,  I    would,    but    cannot    Love, 

Tho'    woo'd    by    Love  Divine ; 
No    Arguments    have    Pow'r  to  move 
A  Soul   fo    bafe  as    mine. 

5,  I    would,   but  cannot    reft 

In  God's    molt   holy   Will; 
I  know    what    he    appoints    is    belt, 
Yet  murmer    at   it  ftilL 

6,  Oh  could    I    but  believe  ! 

Then   all  would   eafy  be  ; 

I  would, 


f 


( 117 ) 

I   would,  but  cannot;  Lord   relieve, 
My  Help  111  uft  conie  from    thee  1 

7.  But   if  indeed   I    would, 
Tho'    I   can    nothing    do  ; 
Yet    the  Defire  is   fomething   good, 
For  which   my    Praife  is  due, 

8»  By    Nature  prone  to    111, 

Till   thine    appointed    Hour 
I   was    as    deflitute    of  Will, 
As    now   I    am   of  Pow'r,  g 

o.  Wilt    thou  not   Crown,  at  length, 
The    Work  thou   haft    begun  t 
And  r with    a    Will,  afford   me   Strength 
In  all   thy    Ways    to  run. 


HYMN     CXXXII. 

*  Salvation ,  Right  soufncfs,  and  Strength  in  Christ. 

1.  JEHOVAH  fpeaks,  let   Ifr'el  hear, 

Let  all   the    Earth   rejoice    and  fear, 
While    God's   eternal  Son  proclaims, 
His   Sov'reign   Honours    and   his    Names  : 

2,  "  I    am    the   Laft,  and  I   the   mil, 

<<  The  Saviour-God,  and  God  the  Tuft  ; 
«  There's  none  befides  pretends  to  fliew 
«  Such  Juftice  and    Salvation  too. 

[3,  "Ye    that    in    Shades   of  Darknefs  dwell, 
"Juft   on  the    Verge  of  Death  and  Hell, 
<l  Look   up   to  me  from    diftant    Lands, 
«  Light,  Life  and  Heav'n,  are  in  my  Hands, 

4.  «  I  by  my   holy    Name    have    fworn, 

<<  Nor   fhall  the    Word    in   vain    return, 
"To^ne   fhall  all  Things   bend  the    Knee, 
"AnJfev'ry   Tongue  Ihall   fwear  tome.] 

H  3  5.  "In 


(  "8  ) 

5,  "In   me   alone  mail    Men   confefs 

"  Lies  all  their  Strength  and   Right'oufnefs; 
*<  But   fuch  as    dare    defpife    my  Name, 
"I'll   clothe  them  with  eternal   Shame. 

pi  <<  In  me  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  Seed 

*<  Of  Ifr'el   from    their    Sins   be   freed, 
"And   by   their    mining  Graces   prove 
'«  Their    Int'reft   in    my  pard'ning  Love." 

HYMN     GXXXIII. 

On    one  Stone  J]? all  be  /even    Eyes. 

1.  TESUS   CHRIST,  the    Lord's  anointed, 

Who   his   JBIood    for  Sinners  fpiltjj 
Js   the    Stone   by  God   appointed", 
And  the   Church   is  on   him    built : 

He    delivers 
All   who   truft  him   from    their    Guilt/ 

2,  Many   Eyes   at    once    are  fixed 

On  a    Perfon   fo    Divine  ; 
Love,  with    awful    Jultice   mixed, 
In    his   great    Redemption   fhine  : 

Mighty    Jefus  ! 
Give    me   leave    to    call   thee  minet 

3,  By  the  Father's    Eye    approved, 

Lo,  a  Voice    is   heard  from    Heav'n, 
<<  Sinners,    this  is   my    Beloved, 

"For   your    Ranfom   freely   giv'n; 

«  All   Offences, 
"  For    his   fake    mail   be    forgiv'n." 

4.  Angels    with   their   Eyes   purfu'd  him 

When   he    left    his    glorious    Throne  ; 
With    Afloniniment  they  view'd    him, 

Put 


r 


C  "9  ) 

Put    the  Form  of  Servant  on ; 

Angels    woiihip'd 
Him   who  was  on    Earr.h    unknown, 

5.  Satan    and   his  Hon:    amazed, 

Saw   this    Stone    in   Zion   laid ; 
Jefus,  tho'   to    Death    abided, 

Bruis'd    the    fubtil    Serpent's    Kead : 

When   to   fave  us, 
On  the   Crofs   his  Blood   he   flied. 

6.  When    a  guilty    Sinnei    fees  him. 

While    he    looks   his  Soul  is  heal'd ; 
Soon    this   Sight    from    Anguihi    frees    him, 

And    imparts    a    Pardon     feal'd  : 
May   this    Saviour 
Be   to   all    our    Hearts  re  veal 'd! 

J,  With   Defire   and    Admiration, 

All    his    Blood- Bought   Flock   behold, 
Him    who    wrought   out    their    Salvation, 
And    inclos'd   them    in  his    Fold  : 
Yet  their  warmed 
Love  and   praifes    are    too  cold. 

8.  By   the   Eye    of  carnal   Reafon 

Many  view    him    with    Difdain ; 
How   will  they   abide   the    Seafon 

When    he'll   come   with    all    his    Train  ; 
To  efcape    him 
Then   they'll    wim,    but   wifh    in    vain. 

9,  How   their    Hearts  will   melt    and    tremble 

When   they  hear  his   awful  Voice ! 
But   his    Saints    he'll    then    aflemble, 

As   his   Portion,    and   his  Choice: 
And    receive    them 
To    his    everlafting    Joys, 

H  4  HYMN 


'J 


(  no  ) 
HYMN     CXXXIV. 

E  S  U  S    drinks   the  bitter   Cup, 
The   Wine-Prefs   treads    alone ! 


Tears   the   Graves    and    Mountains  up 

By    his    expiring  Groan  : 
Lo  the    Pow'rs   of  Heav'n  he    fhakes, 

Nature  in   Convulfion    lies  ; 
Earth's   profoundeft    Center   quakes, 

The   great   Redeemer    dies. 

2.  Dies  the  glorious  Caufe    of  all, 

The    true   eternal    Pan  ; 
Falls   to    raife   us    from   our    Fall, 

To    Ranfom    finful    Man. 
Well   may   Sol   withdraw   his    Light, 

With   the    SufF'rer   fympathize  ; 
Leave  the    World   in   fudden    Night, 

While    his    Creator    dies. 

3.  O    my    God,    he    dies    for    me ; 

I    feel   the   Mortal    Smart ! 
See  him  hanging  on    a    Tree ! 

A   Sight   that   breaks   1113'   Heart ! 
Oh    that  all  to    thee   might  turn  ! 

Sinners  ye   may  love   him    too ; 
Look    on  him  ye   pierc'd,  and   mourn 

For  him  who    bled     for  you  ! 

4.  Weep   o'er  your    Defire    and    Hope, 

With    Tears    of  humbleft    Love  ! 
Sing  ?  for    Jefus    is    gone    up, 

And   reigns    enthron'd    above. 
Lives   our    Head,   to   die    no    more, 

Pow'r   is   all   to    Jefus   givn; 
Wrormipp'd    as  lie  was   before, 

Th1  immortal    King    of  Heav'n. 


HYMN 


( I" ) 

HYMN     CXXXV. 

Christ    and   Aaron  y  taken  from  Heb.  vii  and  ix. 

i.    TESUS,  in    thee  our    Eyes    behold 
A  thoufand    Glories    more 
Tnan   the   rich  Gems    and   polifh'd  Gold 
The    Sons    of    Aaron   wore, 

1.  They  firft   their  own  Burnt-off'rings  brought, 
To    purge    themfelves  from    Sin  ; 
Thy   Life    was    pure    without   a    Spot, 
And    all  thy    Nature   clean. 

[3.  Frefh    Blood,  as    conftant    as    the    Day, 
Was   on   their    Altar   ipilt  ; 
But   thy  one   Off 'ring   takes  away 
For    ever    all    our   Guilt.] 

[4.  Their   Priefthood  ran   thro*  fev'ral  Hands, 
For    Mortal    was   their    Race : 
Thy    never  changing    Office    {lands, 
Eternal    as    thy   Days.] 

[5,  Once  in  the   Circuit   of  a     Year, 
With    Blood,  but   not    his    own, 
Aaron   within  the    Veil   appears 
Before  the   golden    Throne. 

6.  But  CHRIST    by   his   own    pow'rful    Blood 

Afcends    above    the     Skies, 
And    in    the    Prefence    of  our    GOD 
Shews  his   own   Sacrifice. j 

7.  J  e  s  u  s,  the    King   of  Glory,  reigns 

On    Zion's    heav'nly   Hiil  ; 
Looks   like  a    Lamb  that   has  been   flain, 
And    wears    his    Priefthood    ftill. 

H  5  8.  He 


(  I"  ) 

S,  He  ever  lives  to    intercede 
Before   his  Fathers    Face : 
Give   him,  my  Soul,  thy    Caufe   to   plead, 
Nor   doubt  the   Father's    Grace. 

HYMN     CXXXVI. 

Chriji    the    Believer's    Refuge   and  Portion. 

1.  TESU,  Lover  of  my    Soul, 

Let   me  to   thy    Lofom  fly, 
\v  iiile   the   nearer  Waters  roll, 

W'lile    the    Temped    frill    is   high ; 
Hide    me,    oh,    my    Sav'our  hide,  % 

Till   the   Storm    of    Life    is   part ; 
Safe  into   the    laven   guide, 

Oh,  receive  my    Soul  at  laft. 

2.  Other  Refuge   have    I   none, 

Hangs    my   helplefs   Soul    on'  thee, 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me    not    alone, 

Still    fupport    and    Comfort  me ; 
All    my    Truft   on    thee   is    itay'd, 

All   my    Help   from    thee    I    bring, 
Cover    my    defencelefs    Head 

With   the    Shadow   of  thy   Wing, 
5.  Thou,  oh   Chrift,  art  all  I    want, 

More  than    all   in    thee    I   find ;  * 
Raife    the  Fallen,  chear  the    Faint, 

Keal   the    Sick,   and   lead  the    Blind, 
Juft  and    Holy   is    thy    Name, 

I   am   all    Unright'oufnefs ! 
Vile    and    full   of  Sin    I    am, 

Thou    art   full    of  Truth    and    Grace. 
4.  Plenteous   Grace  with    thee    is    found, 

Grace    to    pardon    all   my    Sin ; 
Let    the   healing   Streams    abound, 

Make,  and    keep    me    pure    within  ; 
Thou    of  Life    the    Fountain    art, 

Freely   let    me    take  of  thee,  Spring 


( **? ) 

Spring  thou   up  within   my    Heart, 
Rife    to   all    Eternity. 

HYMN     CXXXVII. 

i.   JESUS,  my  All   to  Heav'n  is   gone, 
J    He    whom   I    fix    my    Hopes   upon ; 
His   Track  I    lee,  and    I'll    purfue 
The   narrow    Way,  till    him  1    view. 

2.  The   Way    the    holy    Prophets   went, 

The   Road   that   leads   from    Banimment  i 
The    King's    Highway    ot    Holinefs, 
I'll    go,  for   ail    his   Paths  are  Peace. 

3.  No   Stranger  may    proceed    therein, 

No    Lover    of  this    World    and    Sin  j 
No    Lyon,    no    devouring    Care, 

No    Sin,    nor    Sorrow    mall    be   there. 

ijf  No;  nothing   may   go    up    thereon 

But    trav'iing    Souls,  may    I    be    one : 
Wayfaring    Men  to    Canaan  bound, 
Shall    only    in  this   Way   be    found. 

5.  This  is   the    Way    I    long   have  fought,; 

And    mourn'd   becauie    I  found    it   not  £ 
My   Grief   a    Burden    long    has    been, 
Becaufe   I    could    not    ceafe  from  Sin. 

6.  The   more    I  ftrove    againft   its   Pow'r, 

I   finn'd    and    {tumbled   but  the   more , 
Until   I    heard    my    Saviour   fay, 

"Come    hither,  Soul,  I    am    the    Way." 

7.  Lo    glad    I  come,  and    thou  Weft    Lamb, 

Wi  1   take    me    to    ihee    as   I    am; 
Nothing    but    Sin    I  thee   can    gi^e, 
Nothirg   but  Ldye    would  I  recehe. 

8.  Then,  will   I    tell    to    Sinners    round, 

What   a    dear    Saviour   I    have  found, 
I'll    point  to   thy  redeeming  Blood, 

And   fay,    "Behold   the  Way   to   God!" 

H  Y  M  N 


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HYMN     CXXXVIII. 

1.  TESUS,   the  only    Thought   of  thee, 

I    With    Sweetnefs   fills  my   Breaft ; 
but   fweeter   far   it    is    to    fee, 
And  on    thy    Beauty  feaft. 

2.  No    Sound,    no    Harmony   fo  gay, 

Can    Art  of  Mufic  frame  ; 
No    Thoughts  can  reach,  no    Words  can  fay 
The    Sweets  of  thy    bleft    Name. 

3.  Jefus   our  Hop?,    when    we    repent, 

Sweet    Source    of  all    our  Grace  ; 
Sole   Omfbrt   in  our  Banifliment, 
O  i  what,  when   Face  to    Face ! 

4.  Jefus  !    that  Name   infpires  my  Mind 

With    Springs   of  Life   and    Light  j 
More    than  I   afk   in   thee    1    find, 
And  lavifh  in   Delight. 

5.  No   Art,  or    Eloquence   of  Man, 

Can  tell  the    Joys    of  Love  ; 
Only   the  Saints   can    underiland 
What   they  in   Jefus    prove. 

6.  Thee  then   I'll    feek  retir'd    apart, 

From  World    and    Bufinefs   free ; 
When  thefe   fhall   knock    I'll  fhut  my  Heart, 
And   keep  it    all   for   thee. 

7.  Before   the   Morning   Light   I'll   come, 

With    Magdalene    to    find 
In    Sighs    and  Tears,   my    Jefu's   Tomb, 
And    there    refrefli  my    Mind. 

8.  My    Tears  upon   his   Grave   fhall  flow, 

My   Sighs    the  Garden    fill  j 

Then 


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Then    at  his   Feet    myfelf  I'll    throw, 
And   there    I'll   feek   his    Will. 

9,  Jefus,  in  thy  blefs'd    Steps  I'll   tread, 
And    walk    in    all    thy    Ways  : 
I'll   never    ceafe   to  weep    and  plead, 
Till    i'm    reftor'd    to    Grace. 

io.  O   King    of   Love,  thy    blefled    Fire 
Does    fuch    fweet   Flames   excite; 
That  firft    it    raifes    our    Defire, 
Then   fills   us    with    Delight. 

CD 

J  I,  Thy  lovely    Prefence    mines   fo    clear 
Thro'   ev'ry   Senfe    and    Way, 
That  Souls  which  once  have  feen   thee  near, 
See   all    Tilings  elfe   decay. 

12.  Come  then    dear  Lord,  poflefs  my  Heart, 
Chafe   thence  the    Shades    of  Night ; 

Come  pierce   it  with  thy   flaming    Dart, 
And    ever-lhining    Light. 

13.  Then   I'll    for    ever   Jefus  fing, 
And   with   the  Saints    rejoice ; 

And   both  my   Heart  and  Tongue  mail  bring 
Their    Tribute    to   my   deareft  King, 
In   never-ending   Joys.     Amen. 

HYMN     CXXXJX. 

Free   Grace    in    revealing   ChriJ},  Luke  x.  21. 

I.    TESUS,  the   Man  of  conftant   Grief, 
J    A    Mourner    all    his    Days ; 
His    Spirit    once    rejoic'd    aloud, 
And    turn'd    his    Joy    to    Praife# 

2»  Father,  I  thank    thy    wond'rous    Love, 
That   hath  revealM  thy  Son, 

To 


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To    Men    unlearned  ;  and  to   Babes 
Has   made    thy  Gofpel    known. 

3»  The    Myft'ries   of  redeeming    Grace 
Are    hidden   from    the     Wile  ; 
While    Pride    and    carnal    Reas'nings  join 
To   fwell    and    blind    their    Eyes. 

4.   Thus    doth  the    Lord  of  Heav'n  and  Earth 
His    great    Decrees    fulfil, 
And  orders  all    his    Works    of  Grace 
By  his   own    Sov'reign    Will. 

HYMN     CXL. 

%i    TESU,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 
J    The    weary    Sinner's    Friend  : 
Come    to  my    Help,  pronounce  the   Word, 
Bid    my    Corruptions   end. 

2»  Thou  canll    o'ercome   this   Heart  of  mine, 
Thou    canft  Victorious  prove  ; 
For    eve  rinding    Strength  is   thine, 
And  everlafling  Love, 

3.  Thy   pow'rful    Spirit   can   fubdue 

Unconquerable   Sin  ; 
Cleanfe    my   foul   Heart,  and    make  it  new. 
And  write    thy    Law   within. 

4.  Bound    down    with  twice  ten  thoufand  Ties, 

Yet  let   me   hear   thy    Call ; 
My   Soul  in    Confidence    mall   rife, 
Shall    rife   and   break    thro'    all. 

5.  Speak,  and  '  the  Deaf  fhall   hear  thy  Voice, 

The  Blind   his    Sio-ht    receive. 
The  Dumb    in    Songs    of  Praife   rejoice, 
The    Heart   of  Stone   believe. 

6.  The 


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6.  The  JEthio-p    then   fhall   change   his  Skin, 
The   Dead   fhall.  feel    thy  Pow'r  ; 
The   loathfome  Leper    fhall   be    clean, 
And    1    fhall    Sin    abhor. 

HYMN     CXLT. 

Cirift   our   Righteoufnefs, 

1,  TESU,  thy  Blood  and   Right'oufnefs, 
J    My  Beauty  are,  my   glorious    Drefs  ; 

JVlidft  flaming   Worlds   in    thefe   array 'd, 
With    Joy   fhall  I   lift  up   my    Head, 

2,  When    from    the    Duft  of   Death    I   rife, 
To    claim    my    Manfion  in    the    Skies  ; 
E'en   then  fhall    this  be   all    my    Plea, 
"Jefus   hath   l  i  v'  d;  hath   dy'd    for  me." 

3,  Bold   fhall    I   Hand  in   that   great    Day, 
For  who    ought   to   my   Charge   fhall   lay  \ 
Fully  thro'    thefe   abfolv'd    I    am 

From   Sin   and    Fear,  from  Guilt  and  Shame, 

4,  Thus    Abraham    the    Friend    of  God, 
Thus   all   the    Armies    bought  with    Blood, 
Saviour    of  Sinners  thee    proclaim  ; 
Sinners    of  whom   the  Grief  I    am, 

5,  This  fpotlefs  Robe  the  fame  appears, 
When  ruin'd  Nature  finks  in  Years ; 
No  Age  can  change  its  glorious  Hue, 
The    Grace   of  Chrift    is  ever  new« 

6,  O    Jefu    Chrift,  all   Praife  to   thee, 
That   thou  a    Man  vonchfaf  'd  to   be  ; 
And   for  each  Soul,  which   thou  haft  made? 
Haft    an    eternal   Ranfom  paid. 

7,  I  do  believe  if  Sinners    Race 

Ten   Thoufand  Times  more  num'rons  was ; 

Yet, 


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Yet,  flill   the    Devil    had    his   Full, 

'Tis  without  Plight    he    keeps   one   Soul , 

8.  Ah,  give    to  all    thy   Servants,  Lord, 

With  Pow'r  to   fpeak  thy   quick'ning  Word, 
That   all   who   to   thy    Wounds  will  flee, 
May  find  eternal  Life  in   thee. 

q»  Thou  God  of  Might,   thou  God   of  Love, 
Let    all    the   World   thy    Mercy   prove; 
Now   let   thy   Word    o'er    all    prevail, 
Now  take  the    Spoils   of  Death    and  Hell, 

io.  O   let   the   Dead  now    hear   thy  Voice  ; 
Now  bid   thy   banifh'd   Ones   rejoice ; 
Their  Beauty   this,  their    glorious   Drefs, 
Jefus,  the   Lord,  Our  Right'cusness. 

HYMN     CXLII. 

Pralfe  to    the    Redeemer, 

I,    JOIN    all  the   glorious   Names 
Of  Wifdom,  Love   and   Pow'r, 
That  ever   Mortals    knew, 
That  Angels  ever  bore : 
All  are   too    mean 
To  {peak  his   Worth, 
Too   mean    to  fet  > 
My    SAVIOUR   forth. 

2*  But,  O  what    gentle    Terms, 
What  condefcending  Ways 
Doth   our   Redeemer  ufe 
To   teach  his   heav'nly    Grace  ! 
Mine   eyes  with  Joy 
And   Wonder    fee 
What  Forms  of  Love 
He  bears  for  me, 

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[3,  Array  >d   in    Mortal    Flefh, 

He  like   an    Angel    {lands, 
And    holds   the   Promiics 
And    Pardons   in   his    Hands : 

Commiilion'd   from 

His    Father's    Throne, 

To    make  his    Grace 

To   Mortals  known.] 

[4.  Great    Prophet   of  my   God, 
My  Tongue   would    blefs   thy    Kame; 
By  thee    the  joyful    News 
Of  our    Salvation   came  ; 

The  joyful    News 

Of  Sins    forgiv'n, 

Of    Hell   fubdu'd, 

And  Peace  with   Keav'n.] 

[5.  Be  thou   mv    CotJ-NSE.ile  r, 
My   PATTERN,  and   my    Guide  3 
And    thro'    this    Defart    Land 
Still  keep   me    near   thy    Side. 

O  let   my    Feet 

Ne'er   run   aftray; 

Nor-  rove,    nor    feek 

The    crooked  Way ! 

[6.  I   love   my    SHEPHERD'S    Voice, 
His    watchful    Eyes  mall    keep 
My    wand'ring    Soul    among 
The  Thoufands    of  his   Sheep  : 

He    feeds  his    Flock, 

He   calls   their  Names, 

His    Bofom   bears 

The    tender   Lambs.] 

[7,  To   this    dear    Surety's    Hand 
Will    I    commit   my    Caufe  j 
He   anfwers    and    fulfills, 

I  His 


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His  Father's  broken  Laws. 
Behold    my    Soul 
At   Freedom   fet ; 
My    Surety    paid 
The   dreadful  Debt.] 

[8.  Jefus,    my    great    high    priest, 
Offer'd    his    Blood    and    dy'd; 
My   guilty    Confcience    feeks 
No  Sacrifice    befide, 

Kis   pow'rful    Blood 

Did    once    atone ; 

And    now    it    pleads 

Eefore    the  Throne.] 

[o4  My  advocate    appears 
For   my    Defence    en    High^ 
The   Father   bows    his    Ears, 
And  lays    his  Thunder    by, 

Not   all   that    Hell 

Or    Sin  can   fay, 

Shall    turn   his    Heart, 

His   Love    away] 

[io.  My    dear    Almighty  lord; 

My    CONOU'ROK    and    my   KING, 
Thy  Scepter,    and  thy   Sword, 
Thy    reigning   Grace   I   ling. 

Thine   is    the    Pow'r ; 

Behold  I  fit 

In    willing    Bonds 

Beneath    thy    Feet.] 

[il.  Now    let    my    Soul    arife, 

And     tread   the   Tempter  down : 
My    CAPTAIN     leads    me    forth 
To  Conquer!   and    a    Crown, 

A    feeble  Saint 

Shall    win   the   Day, 

Tho     Death    and    Hell 

Obftrucr.  the  Way,]  12.  Should 


C  131  ) 

12.  Should  all  the  Hofts  of  Death, 
And  pow'rs  of  Hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moft  Dreadful  Forms 
Of  Rage   and    Mifchief  on, 

I    fhall    be    fafe; 

ForChrift   difplays 

Superior   Pow'r 

And   guardian   Grace. 

HYMN     CXLIII. 

1,  TOY  is   a   Fruit   that   will   not  grow 
J   In   Natures    barren    Soil ; 

All   we   can   boaft,    'till    Chrilr.  we    know, 
Is    Vanity   and    Toil. 

2.  But  where  the    Lord    has  planted   Grace, 

And  made  his   Glories  known ; 
There    Fruits    of  Heav'nly  Joy    and   Peace 
Are   found,  and  there  alone. 

3.  A   bleeding    Saviour,    Ceen   by    Faith, 

A    Senfe    of   Pard'ning    Love, 
A    Hope  that    triumphs  over    Death, 
Give  Joys  like  thofe   above. 

4,  To   take    a    Glimpfe    within    the   Vail, 

To  Know    that    God   is  mine  ; 
Are    Springs  of  Joy   that  never   fail, 
Unfpeakable    Divine. 

5.  Thefe   are  the   Joys  that  fatisfy, 

And   fanctify    the    Mind ; 
Which    make    the    Spirit    mount   on    Hicrh, 
And   Leave    the    World   behind. 

6,  No    more  Believers,    mourn  your    Lot, 

But   if  you    are  the   Lord's, 

I  2  Refign 


(  ir-  ) 

Refi<m    to    them   that    know    him   not, 
Such    Joys  as    Earth    affords. 

H  Y  M  N     CXLIV. 

The    Mejpcth's   Coming    and  Kingdom, 

1.  TOY    to    the    World;   the    Lord    is    come; 

Let    Earth    receive   her    King  ; 
Let    ev'ry    Heart   prepare    him    Room, 
And    Heav'n    and   nature    fins:. 

2.  Joy   to   the    Earth,  the    Saviour    reigns, 

Let    Men  their   Songs    employ  : 
While  Fields  and  Floods,  Rocks,  Hills  and  Plains 
Repeat    the    founding    Joy. 

3.  No    more  let  Sins   and    Sorrows    grow, 

Nor    Thorns  infeft    the    Ground  ; 
He    comes  to    make    his    Bleffings  flow 
Far   as    the    Curfe  is    found. 

4.  He   rules  the   World  with  Truth  and  Grace, 

And    makes   the    Nations    prove 
The   Glories    of  his  Right'ousnefs, 
And    Wonders   of    his    Love. 

HYMN     CXLV. 

My  Grace  is  fnffici:nt  for   thee.  2  Corin.  12.  v.  o. 

1.  T/^I^^    are    the    Words   that   Jefks  fpeaks, 
J^.  To  chear  the   drooping  Saint  ; 

<<  My    Grace    furricient   is    for  you, 
"  Tho'    Nature's   povv'rs    may  faint." 

2.  My   Grace  its    Glories    mall    difplay, 

And   make   your   Griefs    remove; 

"  Your 


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<<  Your   Weaknefs  fliall    the    Triumph  tell 
Of  boundlefs  Pow'r    and    Love." 

ot  What   though   my    Griefs   are   not  remov'd, 
Yet    why    mould    I   defpair  ? 
While    my    kind    Saviour's    Arms    Support 
I    can    the    Burden    bear. 

4,  Jefus,  my   Saviour    and    my  Lord  ! 
'Tis   good    to    truft   thy   Name  : 
Thy     Pow'r,  thy    Faithfulnefs    and    Love 
Will   ever  be    the    fame. 

5*  Weak   as    I    am,  yet   thro*    thy  Grace 
I  all    Things    can    perform  ; 
And    fouling    Triumph   in    thy   Name, 
Amid'ft   the    raging   Storm. 

HYMN     CXLVI. 

Fraying  for  Relations. 

1.  IV^IND    Souls,  who  for  the    Mis'ries    moan 
INk.  Of  thofe    who    feldom  mind   their  own  ; 

But   treat    your    Zeal    with   cold    difdain, 
Refolv'd    to    make    his  Labours    vain* 

2.  You    whofe  fincere  Affection   tends, 

To    help  your  dear,   ungrateful    Friends, 
Who    think    you  Foes,  .or    Mad,  or  Fools, 
Becaufe   you    fain    would    fave    their  Souls. 

3.  Though   deaf   to   ev'rv  Warning-    jnv'n, 
They    fcorn    to    walk  with    you    to  Heav'n  ; 

But    often    think,  and    fometimes   fay, 
They'll   never    go  if  that's   the   Way. 

4.  Though  they  the    Spir't    of  God    refill, 
Or   ridicule  your   Faith   in  Chrirl  ; 

Tho'   they   blafpheme,  oppofe,  contemn  ; 
And  hate   you  for    your    Love   to  them. 

I   3  5.  One 


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5.  One    fecred    Way   is  left   you   ftill, 
To  do    them  Good  againit   their   Will : 

Here   they   can   no    Obftraclion    give  ; 
You    may    do    this    without  their   Leave* 

6.  Fly   to    the    Throne    of  Grace  by   Pray'r, 
And    pour   out    all    your    Wifhes   there  : 

Effectual    fervent    Pray'r    prevails, 
When   ev'ry  other    Method   fails. 

HYMN     CXLVII. 

On    Mortality. 

1.  "IV^IND    Souls   reflect  awhile    with   me, 
X^.  Upon  our  wretched   State, 

How   frail   our    Life,  how   fhort   our    Time, 
Our    Miferies,    how    great. 

2.  How   fhort  the    Pleafures   Earth  affords, 

How   tranfient,  and    how   few, 
Compar'd  with    Heav'ns   eternal   Joys, 
And    Pleafures   ever    new. 

3.  Come  let  us   leave   the    Things  of  Earth, 

(Whole  Plealures    Poifons    are,) 
And    hafte  away  to   Canaans    Land, 
And  try    our   Int'reft  there. 

4.  Make   the  extended    Skies  your  Tomb, 

Let    Heav'n   record   your    Worth, 
For  know  :  Vain    ?»loi*tals    all   mull    die, 
As    Natures  ficklieft    Birth. 

5.  Would  bounteous  Heav'n  indulge  my  Pray'r, 

A    nobler    Choice   I    frame, 
Then   here  to   be    efteemed   great, 
Or   gain   an   earthly   Name. 

6.  But 


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6.  But   in    thy   Book   of  Life   Divine, 

My   God  !  infcribe    my    Name  ; 
There    let    it   fill    fome    humble    Place, 
Beneath    the    flaughter'd    Lamb. 

7.  My    God  !  this  Witnefs    let  me    have, 

Till    I    refign    my    Breath, 
And  chearfully   my   Soul    mall    wait 
"  Till   it  is   free'd  from    Death/' 

HYMN     CXLVIII. 

1.  TV" NOW,    ye   that   are    of   Adam's  Race, 
JNk.  That  God  hath  call'd   you  by  his  Grace  ; 

And    has    proclaim'd    his  Gofpel    loud, 
For   to    give   Warning;  to   the   Proud. 

2.  Ye    youthful    Virgins   flop,  and    paufe, 
And   think   u])on    your    Sav'ours    Laws  ; 

Let    not   your   Life   which   God    has  lent, 
Alone  in    Vanity  be  fpent. 

3.  Awake  to   Thought !  ye    tender  Souls, 
And   think,    alas !  we    are    but    Fools, 

To   fpend  our    Time,  which   ends  in  Strife, 
And  lofe   this  glorious    Scene    of   Life. 

4.  Your    Life   to    God    muft    be   refignM ; 
Your  Mind    in    Jefus    be   confm'd  ; 

For    Word  and    Action    muft    agree, 
If  Jefus    Chiift    mall    fet    you  free. 

5.  That    Servant    Form   you   muft    put    on, 
And  think    that    Chrifi's   before    me  gone, 

He    is    the    Way,  the    Truth  and    Life, 
Therefore    forfake    this    World  of  Strife. 


1  K 


HYMN     CXLTX. 

A   Welcome  to    Chrijtlan   Friends, 

INDRED    in   Chrift,  for  his  dear  fake, 
A  hearty  Welcome  here  receive  ;      May 


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May   we    together   now   partake 

The   Joys    which    only   he  can    give  ! 

2.  To   you    and  us   by  Grace    'tis  giv'n, 

To   know   the  Saviour's  precious   Name  ; 
And   fhortly   we    fhall   meet  in  Hcav'n, 

Our   Hope,  our   Way,    our  End,  the  fame. 

£„  May  he,  by    whofe    kind   Care   we   meet, 
Send    his   good    Spirit   from   above, 
Make    our    Communications   fweet, 
And  caufe  our  Hearts  to  burn  with    Love ! 

4«  Forgotten    be   each    worldly    Theme, 

When  Christians    fee  each  other   thus  ; 
We   only    wiili    to    fpeak    of  him, 

Who    liv'd  and    dy'd  and  rofe    for    us. 

5.  We'll    talk    of  all   he   did    and    faid, 

And    differ' d    for    us    here    belowr  ; 
The   Path  he    mark'd  for  us    to    tread, 
And    v.  hat   he's    doing   for    us  now. 

6.  Thus,  as   the    Moments   pafs   away, 

We'll  love,    and   wonder   and   adore  ; 
Lord,    h alien  on  the  glorious  Day, 

When    we    fhall  meet   to   part  no    more ! 

H  Y  M  N     CL. 

BUfngs   cf  the  Cofp... 

i.    T     E  T    ev'ry    Mortal   Ear   attend, 
R  J  And   ev'ry  Heart   rejoice, 
The    Trumpet    of  the    Gofpel    founds, 
With    an    inviting    Voice. 

2»  Come    all   ye  hungry  ftarving   Souls, 
That   feed    upon   the    Wind, 
And    vainly   ftriye,    with  earthly    Toys> 
To    fill   an    empty    Mind.  5.  Eter- 


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3.  Eternal  Wifdom    has   prepared 

A   Soul  -  reviving    Feaft  ; 
And    bids   your   longing    Appetites 
The    rich    Provifion    tafle. 

4.  Ho  !  ye   that   pant    for  living    Streams, 

And   pine   away   and  die  ; 
Here    you  may   quench   your  raging  Thirft 
With    Springs  that    never    dry. 

5.  Rivers   of  Love    and    Mercy  here 

In  a    rich    Ocean   join ; 
Salvation  in  abundance    flows, 

Like    Floods    of  Milk    and    Wine. 

6.  Dear    God !    the    Treafures   of  thy  Love 

Are    everl  ailing   Mines  ; 
Deep  as    our  helplefs  Mis'ries  are, 
And  boundlefs    as   our  Sins. 

7.  The  happy    Gates   of   Gofpel   Grace 

Stand   open  Night   and    Day ; 
Lord,  we   are   come  to    feek    fupplies, 
And  drive  our   Wants   away. 

HYMN     CLF. 

Our  civ/i  Weaknefs,  and  Christ  our  Strength,  2  Cor. 
xii.  7,  o,  9,  to. 

1.  T    E  T  me   but    hear    my    Saviour   lay. 
JLi  Strength  fhall   be  equal  to  the  Day ; 

Then    I   rejoice    in    deep   Diflrefs, 
Leaning   on    all-fufhcient  Grace. 

2.  I   glory    in   infirmity, 

That    Chrift's   own    Pow'r   may  reft    on    me ; 
When  I    am  weak,  then   I    am  flrong, 
Grace  is   my    Shield,  and    Chrift  my  Song. 

3.  I  can   do    all    Things,  or    crm   bear 
All    Sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there; 

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Sweet   Pleafures   mingle   with    the    Pains, 
While    his    Left  Hand   my    Head   fuftains. 

But   if  the    Lord    be    once    withdrawn, 
And    we    attempt    the    Work    alone ; 

When  new    Temptations  fpring    and   rife, 
We    find    how  great   cur    Weaknelsis, 

So  Sampfon,    when   his   Hair   was  loft, 
Met    the    Philiftines  to    his  Colt; 

Shook   his  vain    Limbs    with    fad    Surprize, 
Made    feeble  Fight,  and    loft   his   Eyes, 

H  Y  M  N     CLII. 

Our  jrall  Bodies,    and  Cod    our    Prefcrver, 
E  T   others    boaft    how   ftrong  *  they  be, 


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Nor    Death    nor   Danger  fear ; 
But  we'll    confefs,     O    Lord    to  thee, 
What    feeble    Things    we   are. 

2.  Frefli    as   the    Grafs    our    Bodies  ftaiid, 

And  flourifli    bright   and   gay : 
A   blafting  Wind    fweeps    o'er   the   Land, 
And  fades    the  Grafs   away, 

3.  Our    Life    contains  a  thoufand    Springs. 

And    dies    if  one  be   gone  ; 
Strange !  that   a    Harp   of  thoufand    Strings 
Should    keep    in  Tune    fo  long ! 

4.  But    'tis  our   God    fupports    our    Frame, 

The  God    that   built    us  firft; 
Salvation    to   th'  Almighty   Name, 
That    rear'd  us   from    the   Duft. 

[5,,  He  fpoke,  and  (trait  our   Hearts   and  Brains, 
hi  ail   their    Motions  rofe, 
Let    Blood,    faid   he,    flow  round  the   Veins, 
And   round    the    Veins   it  flows. 

6.   While 


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6.  While  we    have  Breath,  or  ufe    our  Tcnges, 
Our   Maker    we'll    adore; 
His   Spirit    moves   our   heaving   Lungs, 
Or  they   would   breathe    no   more.] 

HYMN     CLI1I. 

Chrijlicnt    hove. 

1.  T    E  T  Party  Names    no  more 

J i  The    Chriftian   World  o'erfpread; 

Gentile    and    Jew,    and    bond    and  free 
Are   one    in    Chrilt   their  Head. 

2.  Among  the    Saints   on    Earth, 

Let   mutual    Love    be  found; 
Heirs  of  the  fame  Inheritance, 
With  .  mutual    Blefiings   crown'd. 

3.  Let   Envy  and  ill -Will 

Be   banifh'd   far  away; 
Thofe   fhould  in    ftridtceft    Friendfhip     dwell, 
Who    the  fame   Lord  obey. 

4»  Thus  will   the  Church  below 
Refemble   that    above, 
Where    Streams  of  pleafure   ever   flow. 
And   ev'ry   Heart   is  Love_ 

HYMN     CLIV. 

hove    and  Charity,   1  Cor.  xiii.   2-  7-12. 

LE  T  Pharifees  of  high  Efteem 
Their    Faith    and'  Zeal  declare, 
All   their   Religion    is    a  Dream, 
If  Love   be   wanting  there, 

2..  Love  furrers    long  with   patient  Eye, 
Nor   is   provok'd  in   Halle, 

She 


(  14°  ) 

She  lets   the  prefent   Inj'ry    die, 
And  long  forgets    the    Pail. 

[3.  Malice    and    Rage,  thofe    Fire's   of  Hell, 
She  quenches   with  her    Tongue  ; 
Hopes,  arid   believes,  and   thinks   no    ill, 
Though   fhe    endures  the   Wrong.] 

[4.   She    ne'er    defires,  nor    feeks    to  know 
The    Scandals  of  the    Time  ; 
Nor    looks    with    Pride    on   thofe    below, 
Nor  envies   thofe    that    climb.] 

5.  She    lavs   her   own  advantage   by 

To    feek    her    Neighbour's    Good; 
So    God"s  own  Son    came   down   to    die, 
And    bought    our   Lives    with    Bloo'd. 

6,  Love   is   the   Grace    that   keeps  her  Pow'r, 

In   all   the    Realms    above  ; 
There   Faith    and    Hope  are   known  no  more, 
But    Saints    for   ever    love, 

HYMN     CLV. 

Striving  to   praife   Chrijt. 
E  T    ns,  the    Sheep    by    Jefus   Nam'd 


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Our  Shepherd's    Mercy    blefs ; 
Let    as,    whom   jefus   hath  redeem'd, 
Shew  forth    our   Thankfulnefs. 

2.  Not  unto   us,  to   thee    alone, 
Be    Praife    and   Glory    giv'n  ; 
Here   {hall  thy    Prai'/es  be   begun, 
But   carry 'd  on    in    Keav'n. 

~.  The    Hods  of  Spirits    now    with   thee, 
Eternal    Anthems    ling  ; 
To   imitate   them    here,   io  !    we 
Our    Hallelujahs   bring 

a.  Had 


(   Mi  ) 

>}.  Had   we    our    Tongues  like    them    infpir'd, 
Like  theirs    our   Songs  ihould  rife  ; 
Like  them   we    never    ihould    be   tir'd, 
But   love   the   Sacrifice. 

5.  Till   we   this   veil    of  Flefh    lay    down, 
Accept   our    weaker    Lays ; 
And   when,  O  Lord,  we  reach    thy    Throne, 
We'll  join   in  nobler    Praife. 

H  Y  M  N     CLVI. 

Prayer    heard,    and  Zton    rejlored. 


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E  T    Zion    and   her   Sons   rejoice, 
Behold   the    promised   Hour ; 
Her    GOD    hath   heard  her  mourning:   Voice. 
And  comes    t'exalc   his  Pow'r. 


2.  Her   Duft    and    Ruins  that    remain, 

Are  precious    in   our   Eyes  ; 
Thole    Pi.uins   mail   be    built    again, 
And    all    that    Dull   fhall    rile. 

3.  The    LORD   will    raife    Jerufalem, 

And   Hand  in    Glory   there ; 
Nations   mail  bow   before   his    Name, 
And    Kings    attend    with     Fear. 

4.  He   fits    a    Sov'reign   on  his    Throne, 

With   Pity   in  his    Eyes  : 
He    hears   the    dying    Pris'ners  groan, 
And   fees  their  Sighs   arife. 

$•  He  frees   the    Souls   condemn'd    to    Death, 
And    when  his    Saints   complain, 
It  fiian't    be  faid,  "  That   praying  Breath 
"  Was   ever   fpent  in  vain." 

6.  This 


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6„  This  fhall  be   known  when  we    are  dead, 
And  left   on  long  Record, 
That    Ages   yet    unborn  may  read, 
And  truft,   and   praife  the    LORD. 

HYMN    CLVII. 

Judgment 4 

O !   he  cometh,    countlefs    Trumpets 
Blow    before   the   bloody    Sign ; 
Midft  ten  thoufand    Saints  and    Angels, 
See    the    Crucified    Shine. 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding    Lamb ! 

2.  Now    his    Merit,   by   the    Harpers, 
Thro'    th'  eternal    Deep  refounds  ; ' 
Now   refplendent   mine  his   Nail-Prints, 
Ev'ry    Eye    jhall    fee    his  Wounds; 
They    who  pierc'd  him,    they    who 

pierc'd    him,    they    who  pierc'd  him, 
Shall   at   his  Appearance   wail. 

2.  Ev'ry  Ifland,  Sea    and    Mountain, 

Heav'n  and   Earth   mail    flee    away; 
All    who    hate   him,  mufc,    afhamed, 
Hear   the  Trump   proclaim   the    Day ; 
Come  to   Judgment;,  come    to  Judg- 
ment,   come   to    [udgment, 
Stand    before   the   Son    of   Man. 

4.  Saints   who   love   him,  view    his   Glory 

Shining   in   his    bruifed    Face, 
His   dear    Perfon  on    the    Rairbow; 
Now   his    Peoples  Head    mall    raife : 
Happy    Mourners,  happy  Mourners, 

happy    Mourners, 
Lo !  in  Clouds   he  comes,  he   comes ! 

5,  Now    Redemption,  long   expected, 

See  In  (blenm    Pomp  appear;  All 


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All   Ills  People  once  rejected, 

Now   fhali   meet   him   in    the    Air : 

Hallelujah  I  hallelujah  !    hallelujah  ! 
Now   the   promis'd   Kingdom's    come. 

6,  View   him    {hilling,  now  determin'd 
Ev'ry    Evil   to    aefhoy ; 
All  the  Nations  now   fhall  fing  him 
Songs    of  everlafting    Joy  : 

O  come  quickly,   O  come    quickly, 
O    come  quickly, 
Hallelujah !  come  !    Lord  come. 

hymn   clviii. 

A  Vifioji    of  the  Kingdoin   of   Chrijl   a?no?ig  Men, 

1.  T    O,  what   a   glorious   Sight    appears 
\_j  To    our   believing    Eyes ! 

The   Earth    and    Seas    are    pafs'd   away, 
And    the    old  rolling    Skies. 

2.  From   the  third  HeavVi,  where    God  refides, 

That   holy,  happy   Place, 
The   new   Jerufalem   comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with    mining  Grace. 

3.  Attending   Angels   fhout    for    Joy, 

And    the    bright    Armies  ring, 

(i  Mortals    behold   the    facred  Seat 

"  Of  your  defcending    King  ! 

4.  "  The    God   of  Glory    down  to   Men 

"  Removes    his    blefs'd   abode  ; 
*«  Men,  the    dear    Objects   of  his    Grace, 
<(  And  he   the   loving    God 

5.  "  His   own  foft   Hand    fhall   wipe  the  Tears 

(<  From  ev'ry    Weeping    Eye  ; 
<*  And  Pains,  andGroans,  and  Griefs,  and  Fears, 
"And  Death  itfelf  fhall  die."  6,  How 


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6.  Kow    long,  dear  Saviour,  O   how    long! 
Shall    this   bright   Hour    delay  ? 
Fly   fwifily  round,  ye   Wheels  of   Time, 
And    bring  the    welcome   Day. 

HYMN     CLIX. 

I*  Y    O,    what    an    entertaining    Sight 


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Are    Brethren    that    agree, 


Brethren,  whofe  chearful   Hearts   unite 
In   Bands    of    Piety  ! 

2,  When  Streams  of  Love,  from  Chrift  the  Spring, 

Defcend    to    ev'ry  Soul  ; 
And   heav'nly  Peace  with   balmy  Wing 
Shades    and   bedews  the   whole4 

3,  'Tis  like  the    Oil    divinely    fweet 

On    Aaron's    rev'rend  Head, 
The    trickling    Drops    perfum'd    his   Feet, 
And    o'er   his   Garments  fpread„ 

4,  'Tis   pleafant  as   the    Morning    Dews, 

That   fall   en    Zion's  Hill, 
Where   God   his   mildeft  Glory   mews, 
And    makes    his  Grace   diftill. 

HYMN     CLX. 

1.  T    ORD  Chrift  reveal   thy  holy    Face, 
i-4  And    fend    the    Spirit   of   thy  Grace 

To    fill   our    Hearts   with    fervent    Zeal, 
To  learn   thy  Truth,  and   do  thy    Will. 

2.  Lord  lead    us  in   thy    holy  Ways, 

And  teach  our  Lips  to  tell  thy  Praife ; 
Increafe  our  Faith,  and  raife  the  fame 
To  Tafle   the   fweetnefs  of  thy   Name* 

3.  Till   we   with    Angels  join   to    ling 
Eternal   Praife    to  thee,  our   King  ;  Till 


C   ^5  ) 

Till   we   beliold  thy    Face    moft  bright 
In   Joy    and   everlafting   Light, 

4,  To  God    the    Father,    and    the   Son, 
And  Holy    Spirit,    Three    in   One, 

Be    Honour,    Praif'e    and   Glory    giv'n 
Ay    all    on  Earth   and    all   in  Heav'n. 

HYMN     CLXI, 

DifmijJiGn . 

1.  T    ORD,     difmifs    us   with  thy    Blefiing; 
1  J  Fill  our  Hearts   with  Joy    and    Peace; 

Let  us  each,     thy  Love    pr.flHIing, 
Triumph  in    redeeming    Grace  : 
O    refrefh    us,   &c. 
Trav'ling    thro'    this    Wildernefs. 

2.  Thanks  we   give,    and    Adoration, 

For   thy    Gofpel's   joyful  Sound; 
May   the    Fruits  of  thy   Salvation 

In   our    Hearts    and  Lives    abound ! 
Ever    faithful,  &c. 
To   the    Truth   mav  we    be  found ! 

3.  So    whene'er    the    Signal's    piven 

Us    from    Earth  to    call   away, 
Borne    on   Angel's    Wings  to    Heaven, 

Glad    the   Summons    to    obey 
May   we   ever,    &c. 
Reign   with    christ  in    endlefs    Day! 

HYMN     CLXIL 

Original   and   afiual  Sin    cjnfejfed. 

0  R  D,  I  am   vile,    conceiv'd   in    Sin, 

1  And    born  unholy   and  unclean ; 

K  Sprung 


J. 


(  i4«  ) 

Sprung   from  the   Man    whofe  guilty  Fall 
Corrupts   the   Race,   and  taints  us  all. 

2.  Soon   as    we   draw    our    infant   Breath, 

The  Seeds   of  Sin   grow    up    for    Death  :- 
Thy    Law   demands   a    perfect   Heart, 
But    we're    defiTd   in    ev'ry  Part. 

3.  [Great   God,   create   my   Heart    anew, 

And   form    my    Spirit  pure    and    true  ; 
O  make    me    wife  betimes,    to   fpy 
Mv   Danger  and   my   Remedy.] 

4.  Behold   I   fall    before    thy    Face ; 

My   only    Refuge    is  thy  CJrace  ; 

No    outward    Forms  can  make   me   clean, 

The    Leprofy   lies  deep    within. 

5.  No   bleeding    Bird,  nor  bleeding    Beaft, 

Nor  Hyflbp  Branch,   nor   fprinkling  Prieft, 
Nor   running   Brook,  nor  Flood,  nor  Sea, 
Can    warn   the  difmal   Stain  away. 

6.  Jesus,  my   God,  thy.  Blood   alone 

Hath    Pow'r    fumcient  to    atone  ; 

Thy   Blood    can    make  me   white  as  Snow, 

No  Jewiih   Types  could  cleanfe   me  fo. 

7.  While    Guilt  difturbs  and   breaks  my  Peace, 

Nor   FJefli  nor    Soul  hath  Reil  nor  Eafe ; 
Lord,    let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning   Voice, 
And   make    my    broken    Bones   rejoice. 

HYMN    CLXIII. 

j.  ORD,  I   am  thine  ;    but   thou  wilt  prove 

JLi  My  Faith,  my  Patience,  and  my  Love, 
When  Men    of  Spite    a<rainft    me  join, 
They  are  the    Sword,  the  Hand  is  thine. 

2.  Their 


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2.  Their   Hope  and   Portion  lie   below, 
'Tis    all  the    Happinefs   they  know, 

'Tis  all    they  feek;   they  take  their  Shares, 
And    leave  the  reft  among    their    Heirs. 

3.  What    Sinners   value,    I    refign ; 
LORD,  'tis  enough  that  thou   art  mine ; 

I  fhall    behold    thy   blifsful    Face, 
And   Hand  compleat  in  Right^oufhefs. 

4.  This    Life's  a  Dream,  an  empty  Shows 
But  the   bright   World   to   which    I   go, 

Hath    Joys    fubftantial   and    fincere ; 
•When  mail   I  wake  and   find  me    there  ? 

5+  O  glorious   Hour  !  O  bleft   Abode  ! 
I   fhall   be   near,    and  like    my   God  ! 
And   Flefh   and  Sin    no   more    controul 
The  facred   Pleasures   of  the    Soul. 

6.  My   Flefh   fhall  flumber  in   the   Ground, 
'Till    the    laft  Trumpet's   joyful  Sound ; 
Then  burft   the  Chains  with  fweet   Surprize 
And  in  my   SAVIOUR'S   Image  rife. 

HYMN     CLXiV. 

The    Myfteries    of   Provide?zce. 

1.  T    ORD,    how    Myfterious   are  thy  Ways  ! 
JLi  How  blind    are  we,  how  mean  our  Praife  1 

Thy   Steps   can   Mortal    Eyes    explore  ? 
'Tis    ours    to   wonder,    and  adore. 

2.  Thy  deep   Decrees  from  Creature   Sight, 
Are   hid   in    Shades    of  awful    Night ; 

Amid  the    Lines,  with   curious    Eye, 
Not   Angel    Minds  prefume    to  pry, 

K  2  3.  Great 


(  i48  ) 

3.  Great   God,    I    would   not    afk   to    fee, 
What  in    Futurity  fhall    be ; 

If  Light  and    Blifs  attend  my   Days, 
Then   let   my    future    Hours  be    Praife. 

4.  Is   Darknefs    and   Diflrefs   my   Share  ? 
Then  let   me    truit    thy    guardian  Care  ; 

Enough   for   me,   if  Love   Divine 

At   length   through  ev'ry  Cloud  fhall  mine. 

5.  Yet   this  my    Soul  defires  to    know, 
Be    this    my    only    Willi    below  ; 

^That   Chrift   is  mine! — this  great  Requeft 
Grant,    bounteous  God — and  I  am  bleft, 

HYMN     CLXV. 

Conviction   of  Sin  by  the  Law,  Rom.  vii.  8,9,14,24. 

1.  T    ORD,    how   fecure   my  Confcience  was, 
A-4   And   felt    no  inward    Dread  ! 

1   was    alive    without  the    Law, 

And   thought    my    Sins   were    dead# 

2.  My  Hope   of  Heav'n  were   firm    and  bright, 

But    fince  the   Precept   came 
With    a   convincing   Pow'r    and   Light, 
I    find  how   vile    I   am. 

£3.  My    Guilt    appear 'd   but    fmall   before, 
Till    terribly     I    faw 
How   perfect.,  holy,  juft,  and    pure, 
Was    thine   eternal    Law. 

4.  Then   felt    my    Soul    the  heavy   Load, 

My    Sins    reviv'd   again, 
I    had   provoked  a    dreadful    God, 
And   all   my   Hopes  were    flain.] 

5.  I'm   like    a  helplefs    Captive   fold, 

Under   the   Pow'r   of  Sin  j 

I  cannot 


(  H9  ) 

I   cannot  do   the   Good  I    would, 
Nor  keep   my    Confcience   clean. 

6.  My   God,    I    cry  with   ev'ry    Breath 
For   fome    kind    Pow'r  to    f?.ve, 
To  break    the  Yoke   of  Sin  and    Death, 
And  thus   redeem    the    Slave, 


HYMN     CLXVX. 

O  R  D  ;    I    believe    a  Red  remains 
To    all  thy  People   known, 
A.  Reft  where  pure    Enjoyment    reigns, 
And  thou  art    lov'd  alone. 


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2.  A  Reft  where   all  our   Souls   Defire 

Is   fixt  on   Things  above  ; 
Where    Fear    and    Sin,    and  Grief  expire, 
Caft  out    by    perfect   Love, 

3.  Oh   that   I  now  the   Reft    might    know, 

Believe,    and   enter    in ! 
Now  Saviour,  now   the  Pow'r    beftow, 
And  let   me   ceafe  from    Sin ! 

4.  Remove   this  Hardnefs  from  my  Heart, 

This    Unbelief  remove  : 
To   me    the   Reft  of    Faith  impart, 
The    Sabbath    of  thy   Love. 

5.  I  would  be  thine  ;    thou  know 'ft  I    would, 

And    have    thee    all    my   own  : 
Thee,    Oh !  my    All-Sufficient  Good, 
I   want,  and  thee   alone, 

6.  Thy  Name   to  me,    thy  Nature    grant  ! 

This,    only    this,    be    giv'n  : 
Nothing   befide    my  God    I    want, 
Nothing  in    Earth  or   Heav'n. 

K  3  7.  Come, 


C  i*o  ) 

7.  Come,    Oh    my   Saviour,    come    away, 

Into   my    Soul    defcend ! 
No   longer   from   thy   Creature   flay, 
My   Author    and   my  End  ! 

8.  Come,    Father,    Son,   and   Holy   Ghoft, 

And    feal    me    thine   Abode ! 
Let   all   I    am  in   thee   be  loft, 
Let  all   be  loft  in   God.. 

HYMN     CLXVII. 

For   the  Lord's   Day    Morning, 

1.   T    ORD   in  the  Morning  thou  malt  hear 
-L^  My  Voice   afcending   High  ; 
To    thee   will   I  direct    my    Pray'r, 
To   thee  lift   up   mine    Eye. 

2*  Up  to  the    Hills   where   Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for    all    his    Saints, 
Preferring   at   his  Father's  Throne 
Our   Songs   and    our   Complaints. 

3.  Thou  art    a    G  o  d    before   whofe   Sight 

The    Wicked   mail   not  ftand ; 
Sinners  fhall   ne'er  be  .thy    Delight, 
Nor   dwell   at  thy  Right  Hand. 

4.  But   to   thy  Houfe    will    I   refort, 

To   tafte   thy  Mercies   there ; 
I  will   frequent   thine   Holy    Court, 
And   Worfhip  in   thy    Fear. 

5.  O   may  thy    Spirit  guide   my  Feet 

In    Ways  of   Right'oufhefs ! 
Make   ev'ry   Path  of   Duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my    Face, 

HYMN 


c  m  ) 

HYMN     CLXVIH. 

Longing  for   the   Houfs   of  God, 

1.  T    O  11  D    of  the    Worlds  above, 

\  j  How    pleafanc   and    how    fair 
The    Dwellings    of  thy    Love, 
Thy   earthly    Temples   are ! 

To    thine     Abode 

My    Heart    afpires, 

With     warm     Defires 

To    fee    my    God. 

2.  The   Sparrow   for   her    Young,    « 

With   Pleafure  feeks   a    Nell ; 
And    wand'ring    Swallows   long 
To  find   their  wonted    Reft  : 

My    Spirits    faints 

With     equal     Zeal, 

To    rife    and    dwell 

Among   thy   Saints. 

3.  O  happy    Souls    that   pray 

Where  God    appoints   to   hear ! 
O    happy   Men    that   pay 
Their    conllant    Service    there  ! 

They    praife    thee   ftill; 

And     happy     they 

That    love    the    Way 

To    Zion's    Hill  I 

4.  They    go   from    Strength    to    Strength, 

Thro'    this    dark    Vale   of  Teais, 
Till    each   arrives    at   length, 
Till   each   in   Heav'n    appears : 

O    glorious    Seat, 

When   God    our    King 

Shall    thither    bring 

Our    willing   Feet  ! 

K  4*  HYMN 


C  ^  ) 

HYMN     CLXIX, 

1.  T    ORD,    thou   haft  planted  me  a   Vine 
|   j  In    fertile  Soil   and    Air  : 

Now   tend    and   water   me   as    thine, 
And    make    me    flill  thy    Care. 

2.  My    Chrift   I'm   wholy    thine,  direct 

My    Gomes,     for    I'm    dark; 
O   may    my   ccnftant    Aims   be  right! 
Thine    Honour  be    my    Mark  i 

3.  Shall  Simon  bear  thy    Crofs   alone, 

And  other    Saints    be.  free  ? 
Eacii   Saint    of  thine    (hall    find   his    Own, 
And  there    is    One    for   me. 

4.  Whene'er  it   fails    unto    my    Lot, 

Let    it    not    frighten   me ; 
Nor  drive    me    from   my    gracious    G  o  D, 
But   bring    me  heme   to    thee. 

5.  O    happy  Chriftians,    be    not    loth 

To    have    a    coajfer     Fare; 
Saints    that   have    had   no    Table-Cloth 
Had  Chrift    at    Dinner    there. 

6.  To    do    or   faiTer   I    am    pleas'd, 

So   long   as   Chrift    ftands    by  ; 
Support   me  with    thy    conilant    Aid, 
Left    all   thy   Graces    die. 

7.  Thy    Way    is  to    the    Upright    Strength  ; 

Lord,  make  it    fo  to    me, 
That    never    tiring  with   the  Length, 
My    Soul   may    reach    to    thee. 


HYMN 


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HYMN     CLXX. 

j4n  Evening    F/a/m* 

x.  ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me    when  I  pray, 

JL-J   I    am   for   ever  thine ; 
I  fear    before    thee    all    the    Day, 
Nor   would  1    dare   to    fin. 

2.  And    while   I    reft  my  weary   Head, 
From    Cares  and     Busnefs    free, 
*Tis    fweet   Converfing    on   my    Bed 
With   my   own  Heart     and    Thee. 

3*  I  Pay  tms    Ev'ning    Sacrifice, 

And    when  my   Work   is  done, 
Great  God!    my    Faith   and    Hope  relies 
Upon    thy    Grace    alone. 

4#  Thus,    with  my  Thoughts  composed  to  Peace, 
I'll   give  mine    Eyes  to    Sleep  ; 
Thy    Hand   in  fafety  keeps  my    Days, 
And   Will  my    Slumbers   keep. 

HYMN    CLXXI. 

The   Prefence    of  g  o  d    worth  dying  for, 

1.  T    ORD,   'tis    an   infinite    Delight 
-Lrf   To    fee   thy  lovely  Face, 

To    dweil    whole   Ages    in    thy   Sight, 
And    feel    thy    vital   Rays. 

2.  This   Gabriel  knows ;    and    fings    thy    Name 

With    Raptures    on    his    Tongue ; 
Mofes  the    Saint  'enjoys  the    fame, 
And   Heav'n   repeats    the    Song. 

3.  While  the  bright  Nation    sounds  thy  Praife 

From  each    eternal    Hill, 
Sweet  Odours    of  exhaling    Grace 
The    happy  Region   fill, 

K  5  4.  Thy 


(  i*4  ) 

4.  Thy   Love,   a   Sea  without  a   Shore, 

Spreads    Life    and    Joy    abioau  j 
O    'tis   a   Heav'n    worth    dying  for 
To   fee   a   fmiJing   God. 

5.  Shew   me   thy   Face,    and    I'll    away 

From   ail   inferior    Things  ; 
Speak,  Lord,   and   here    i  quit  my    Clay, 
And    ilretch   my    airy    Wings. 

6.  Sweet   was  the    Journey    to    the    Sky 

The    wondrous   Prophet    try'd  ; 
"  Climb  up  the  Mount  (fays   God)  and  diej' 
The    Prophet   climb'd    and    dy'd. 

7.  Softly   his  fainting   Head    he    lay 

Upon   his    Maker  "s    Br e aft  ; 
His  Maker   kifs'd  his    Soul    away,    - 
And   laid    his    Fleih   to   relt*. 

8#  In    God's   own  Arms   he  left   the  Breath 
That   God's    own  Spirit   gave  1 
His    was    the  nobleft   Road  to    Death, 
And  his    the    fweetefl  Orave. 

HYMN     CLXXII. 

The    Frailty   and  Shortne/s    of  Life, 

l#  '      ORD,    what   a  feeble   Piece 
A-*  Is   this   our    Mortal   Frame  ? 
Our    Life,  how   poor   a    Trifle  'tis, 
That   fc  rce    deferves  the  Name  • 

2.  Alas,  the   brittle    Clay 

That    built  our  Body    firft  ! 
And    ev'ry    Month    and  ev'ry  Day, 
Tis  mouldering  back  to    Duft. 

3#  Our    Moments  fly  apace, 

Nor    will    our   Minutes  ftay  : 

Juft 


(  iss  ) 

Tufl:  like   a  Flood  our  hafty  Days 
Are  fweeping    us    away. 

4»  Well,  if  our    Days  mull  fly, 

We'll    keep  their   End    in    Sight, 
We'll   fpend   them  all  in     Wifdom's   Way, 
And   let  them   fpeed  their  Flight* 

5.  They'll  waft  us   fooner   o'er 
This  Life's   tempeftuous    Sea : 
Soon   we  {hall   reach   the   peaceful   Shore 
Of  Weft    Eternity, 

HYMN     CLXX11I. 

The   Profperity    of  Sinners    curfed* 

1.  T    ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs   Wretch  was  I, 
JLj  To    mourn,    and  murmer,    and    repine, 

To   fee  the    Wicked    plac'd    on   high, 
In    Pride  and   Robes  of  Honour    mine  ! 

2.  But,  O    their    End,  their    dreadful  End  ! 

Thy   Sanctuary    taught   me  fo  * 
On  llipp'ry    Rocks    I  fee    the 
And   fiery    Billows   roll 

3»  Now  let  them   hoaft 
Til    never  envy 
There  they  may 
Till    they   pi 

4.  Their  fane 

Juft 
T1 


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HYMN     CLXXIV. 

ORD,  we   come  before    thee    now, 
At  thy    Feet  we  humbly    bow: 
Oh  I  do   not  our    5uL    difdain, 
Shall  we   feek    thee,    Lord,    in  vain  ? 

2.  Lord,   on  thee   our    Souls    depend, 

In    Companion    now    uefcend  : 

Fill  our   Hearts   with   thy   rich   Grace, 

Tune   our  Lips  to  fmg  thy   Praife. 

3.  In   thine   own   appointed   Way, 

Now    we  feek   tliee,    here  we  flay  ; 
Lord  we    know    not  how    to    go 
'Till  a    Bleiling  thou  beftcw. 

4.  Send  fome  Meflage   from    thy    Word, 

That   may   Joy  and  Peace   afford ; 
Let    thy    Spirit  now   impart 
Full    Salvation    to    each   Heart. 

r.  Comfort  thofe    who   weep    and   mourn, 
Let    the    Time  of  Joy   return ; 

are   caft  down,    lift    up, 
•ong  in  Faith    and   Hope  ! 

r    feek    and    find 
1    and    kind  ; 
ntive    free, 
ee  ! 

V. 


C  15-7  ) 

Who  turns  thy  Feet  from  dang'rous  Ways, 
Of  Folly,  Sin    and    Shame,] 

[3,   'Tis  not  by  Works  of  Right'oumefs, 
Which   our    own    Hands   have    done  ; 
But   we  are    fav'd  by    Sov'reign   Grace  ; 
Abounding   through   his   Son.] 

4.  'Tis    from    the    Mercy   of  our    God 

That    all   our    Hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis    by    the   Water    and   the    Blood 
Our    Souls   are    wafh'd   from    Sin, 

5.  'Tis    through   the  Purchafe    of  his    Death, 

Who   hung   upon    the    Tree, 
The    Spirit   is    lent    down  to  breathe 
On    fuch   dry   Bones    as   we* 

6.  Rais'd    from   the    Dead    we    live    anew ; 

And  juftify'd    by    Grace, 
We    mall  appear    in   Glory   too, 
And   fee   our    Father's    Face. 


L 


HYMN     CLXXVI. 

Blejfed   be  ye    Poor,  Luke  vi.  20. 
ORD,  when  I    hear   thy   Children  talk, 


(And  I   believe   'tis    often    true) 

How  with   Delight    thy    Ways  they   walk, 

And   gladly    thy    Commandments   do. 

2,  In   my    own  Breafl    I    look,  and    read 

Accounts  fo    very    different    there, 
That    had    I    not    thy    Blood    to  plead, 
Each    Sight  would   fink    me    to   Defpair. 

3,  Needy,    and  naked,    and    unclean, 

Empty  of  Good,  and    full   of  111, 
A   lifelefs    Lump  of  loathfome    Sin, 
Without    the    Pow'r   to    act   or   will. 

4.  I  fee> 


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4.  I    feel  my   fainting   Spirits    droop  ; 

My   wretched    Leannefs    I    deplore, 
'Till   gladden'd  with  a    Gleam   of  Hope 
From  this,  "  The  Lord  has  blefs'd  the  Poor. 

5.  Then   while    I  make    my   fecred  Moan, 

Upwards    I  caft  my  Eyes   and   fee, 
Though   I    have   nothing  of  my  own, 
My  Treafure  is  immenfe  in   thee. 

6.  Still    may   I    keep   thy    Love   in  View, 

Lean   there  ;    nor    envy  thofe    that  run  ; 
Still   truft   to — not  what    I   can    do, 
But   what  thyfelf  haft  for   me    done. 

7.  My   Treafure  is    thy   precious    Blood  ; 

Fix   there   my    Heart ;  And    for   the  reft, 
Under  thy   forming  Hands,   my    God, 

Give   me  that  Frame  which  thou  lik'ft  beft, 

HYMN     CLXXVII. 

1.  O  !  he   comes   with   Clouds  defcending  ; 
JL-4   Once  for  guilty   Sinners    flain  ! 

Thoufand    Thoufand    Saints    attending, 
Swell    the    Triumph    of  his   Train  : 
Hallelujah  ! 
Alleluiah  !  Amen. 

2.  Ev'ry    Eye   fhall  now   behold   him, 

Rob'd    in   dreadful    Majefty ; 
Thofe   who   fet   at    Nought   and   fold   him, 
Pierc'd   and   nail'd    him    to   the   Tree, 

Deeply   wailing, 
Sha.ll  the   true   Messiah    fee. 

3.  Ev'ry   Ifland,  Sea  and    Mountain, 

HeaVn  and   Earth  fhall   flee   away; 

All 


C  1*9  ) 

All   who  hate   him  muft   confounded 
Hear   the    Trump    proclaim    the  Day ; 

Come    to    Judgment  ! 
Come    to    Judgment  !    come  away ! 

4.  Now   Redemption   long   expected, 

See  in    folemn    Pomp    appear  i 
All  his   Saints    by   Man    rejected, 
Now    mail    meet   him  in  the    Air  ! 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the   Day  of  God   appear  ! 

5.  Anfwer  thine    own    Bride    and  Spirit ; 

Haften,  LORD,  the    gen'ral    Doom  1 
The  new   Heav'n    and    Earth   t'  inherit, 
Take  thy   pining    £xiles    Home  : 

All    Creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids   thee   come  J 

6.  Yea  !  Amen !  let    all    adore    thee, 

High  on    thine    eternal  Throne ! 
Saviour,   take   the   pow'r   and    Glory : 
Claim   the   Kingdom    for   thine    own  I 

O    come  .  quickly, 
Hallelujah !    come,    LORD,    come ! 

HYMN     CLXXVIIf. 

Mercy    comes   to  the    Miferable. 

1.  "TY/TERCY    is    welcome    News    indeed, 
-L*  J-  To    thofe    that   guilty    ftand  : 

Wretches  that    feel   what  Help    they  need, 
Will  blefs    the   helping   Hand. 

2.  Who  rightly    would    his    Alms    difpofe, 

Muft  give  them   to    the    Poor; 

None 


None  l>ut  the    wounded  Patient   knows 
That   Comfort    of  his    Cure. 

3.  We  all   have   finn'd    againft  our  GOD  ; 

Exception  none  can    boaft : 
But   he    that  feels  the  heavieft  Load, 
Will  prize    Forgivenefs   molt. 

4.  No   Reckoning  can   we    rightly   keep; 

For    who    the    Sams    can  kiK-w  ? 
Some    Souls   are    fifty    Pieces    deep ; 
And    fbme   five    Hundred   owe. 

5.  But  let   our    Debts    be    what   they   may, 

However    great    or   fin  all  ; 
As   foon    as   we    have   nought   to   pay, 
Our   LORD    forgives    us    all, 

6.  'Tis   perfect   Poverty  alone, 

That  fets    the   Soul  at    large  ; 
While   we   can    call   one    Mite    our  own, 
We   have    no    full    Difcharsre* 


o 


HYMN      CLXXIX. 

1.  T\/rESSIAH,  full  of  Grace 

JlY  L  Redeein'd    by   thee  we   plead 
The  Promife   made    to    Abra  ins    Race 
To    Souls    for    Ages    dead. 

2,  Their   Bones  are  quite   dry'd    up 

Throughout   the  Vale   appear ; 
Cut  off  and   loft   their  laft   faint    Hope 
To  fee   thy  Kingdom  here. 

3„  Open  their   Graves,  and    bring 
The   Outcafts  forth   to   own 
Thou    art  their    Lord,  their  God   and    King, 
Their  true   anointed  One. 

4.  To 


C  161  ) 

4.  To   fave    the  Race    forlorn 
Thy   glorious    Arm    difplay : 
And    mew  the    World   a   Nation    born, 
A  Nation    in   a    Day ! 

HYMN     CLXXX. 

A  living   and  a  dead  Faith,  colleBed  from  feveral 
Scriptures, 

1.  Tt/Tlftaken  Souls!    that   dream  of  Heav'n, 
jLVJL   And  make   their    empty   boaft, 

Of  inward    Joys,   and  Sins    forgiv'n, 
While    they  are  Slaves    to    Luft# 

2.  Vain  are    our   Fancies,  airy    Flights, 

If  Faith  be    cold   and   dead, 
None  but    a   living    Pow'r    unites 
To     Chrift    the    living    Head. 

3.  'Tis    Faith   that  changes  all  the   Heart ; 

'Tis   Faith   that   works   by   Love ; 
That   bids   all   finful   Joys   depart, 
And   lifts   the    Thoughts   above. 

4.  'Tis  Faith   that     conquers    Earth    and    Hell 

By   a  celeftial   Pow'r ; 
This   is   the   Grace  that   fhall    prevail 
In  the   decifive    Hour. 

[£,  Faith    muft  obey  her   Father's   Will 
As  well  as  trult  his  Grace, 
A  pard'ning   God   is  jealous    dill 
For    his    own    Holinefs. 

6.  When  from   the   Curfe  he  fets  us   free, 
He    makes  our   Natures   clean, 
Nor  would    he  fend   his  Son   to    be 
The    Minifter  of  Sin. 

?.  His    Spirit  purines   our  Frame, 

And  feals  our  Peace  with    God  ; 

L  Jefus 


Jcfus   and  his    Salvation    came 
By    Water  and    by   Blood] 

HYMN      CLXXXI. 

1.  TVyTOURNING,  and    drooping,   here  I  lie 
-LV  L  Upon  this  earthly    Clod, 

While    heav'nly    Things   invite   my  Eye, 
And   bring    me    to    my  God. 

2.  Transported   with  a   glorious    View 

Of  God's    eternal    Love, 
Unto    this    World    I   bid   adieu, 
And  long   to    be   above. 

'3,  There   all    the  Saints  in  Harmony 
Do   ftand  for   evermore, 
And    to   a   vaft  Eternity, 

Their    glorious    Lord    adore. 

4.  Hark !   Hark  !    Methinks   I  hear    the  Sound ; 

Mcthinks    the    Angels    fing ; 
The   glorious    Melody    goes    round, 
Which   makes  the   Heav'ns    to    ring, 

5.  The    Saints    above    do  fing  a    Song 

( In  a   melodious   Strain) 
Which    doth    to  God    alone   belong, 
And   to  the    Lamb   once  flain. 

6.  Wonder    and    Love,   and    Joy,    and  Praife, 

Fill    all  their    happy    Souls, 
While  the   vaft   Flood  of  fov'reign   Grace 
Through  all    the   Region    rolls. 

7.  The    Saints    all    cloth'd   in    white    array, 

Their   Saviour's   Praife    declare  ; 
Through   the  bright    Realms  of  endlefs  Day, 
There's  not  one   Mourner  there. 

$#  But   oh,  the  Glory   of  the    Place, 

No  Mortal  Tongue  can  tell!  Where 


(  i<*3  ) 

Where  they   behold   their   Saviour's   Face, 
And   in  his    Prefence    dwell. 

<;.  Oh,   how   they   each  perform  their  Parts, 
Thro'   all   the    happy   Train ! 
This   glorious  Song   infpires   their    Hearts, 
Worthy  the    Lamb,  once  flain  | 

io.  Amen,    they  cry,    Amen,    Amen, 
Thy   Ways    oh   God   are  true  ; 
Blefling,    and    Glory,    Wifdom,  and 
Thankfgiving  is    thy    Due. 

II.  Honour   and   Pow'r,  and   endlefs   Might, 
Be  giv'n   to    thee,  oh    Lord! 
In   this   fweet    Song   they   all   unite, 
And  fing   with  one   Accord. 

13.  Oh,  how    the    bending    Seraphs  join 
To  praife   the   God    above  ! 
While   all   the    Saints,   in   Notes    Divine, 
Do    fing   redeeming    Love. 

13.  Worthy,  oh   Lord,  worthy   art   thou  j 

To    wear    the   glorious    Crown ; 

So    all   the    Saints   in   Glory   bow, 

And   caft  their    Di'dems    down. 

14.  The   Song    eternally  goes  round, 

To   him   that   made   the    Sky, 
I'm  loft,   I'm  loft,   to  view   the   Bound 
Of  vaft    Eternity. 

15.  When    there  have    paft  more  Million  Years 

Than   Sands  upon    the    Shore  ; 
The    Saints   above  will   have   no   Fears 
That    the   bleft   Space  is   o'er, 

\b,  If  all  the    Drops   in   Oceans    wide 
Were  to  be  number'd    o'er, 

L  2  And 


(   i<*4  ) 

And   then    by    Millions    multiply'd, 
And    twice    as   many    more. 

17.  And   then  as  many    Years    fhould  paft 

As    Water    Drops   in  all; 
Or   Grains    of  Sand,    or    Spires   of  Grafs, 
Upon  this   earthly    Ball. 

18.  Then   adds    as  many    Millions   more 

As    Stars    that    fill    the    Sky  ; 
Then  all  that    Number    doubled    o'er 
Can't   meet    Eternity, 

19.  Eternity   will   ftill    remain  ; 

'Twill   be   Eternity  } 
The  Song    of  God  the    Three    in    oris 
Will   laft   eternally. 

20.  Who    can    defcribe    the    BleiTednefs 

Of  Pleafure    ever    new  ? 

1    long    the   Glory  to    poflefs, 

And  bid    all    Sin    adieu. 

21.  Farewell    my    Friends,  I    long    to  go ; 

Adieu    Death,  Sorrow,  Pain, 

Adieu   to    Fears,   Adieu  to    Woe  ; 

And   welcome    cndlefs   Gain. 

22.  Oh,  how  my   Soul   doth  long  to  quit 

This    Earth,  and   foar   away ! 
Oh   Jefus,    if   it    is    molt   fit, 
Let  not   thy    Chariot  ft  ay. 

23.  Come   take   my  longing    Spirit    up. 

To    dwell   with   thee    above  ; 
I    long  with    thee,  my    Lord,    to    fup, 
On   everlafting    Love, 

24.  The   Time  feems    long  till    thou  doft  brinj; 
My    Soul   unto   that    Place, 

Where   I    thy    Praife    fhall   ever  fing, 

And  reft  in   thine    Embrace.  HYMN 


(  *6f  ) 
HYMN     CLXXXII. 

Complainbig    of  Spiritual  Sloth. 

1.  "]\>TY    drowfy     Pow'rs,    why  fleep  ye  fo, 
1 V-L   Awake   my    fluggifh    Soul ! 

Nothing    has    half  thy    Work   to    do, 
Yet  nothing's   half  fo    dull. 

2,  The  little    Ants    for  one   poor   Grain, 

Labour,    and  tug   and  drive, 
Yet    we,    who    have    a    Heav'n    t'obtain, 
How   negligent  we    live  ? 

3,  We,  for  whofe    fake    all    Nature  flands, 

And  Stars  their   Courfes   move  ; 
We,   for  whofe  Guard  the  Angel   Bands 
Come    flying  from    above. 

4.  We,  for   whom    God    the    Son   came  down, 

And   labour'd    for    our    Good, 
How    carelels  to    fecure   that    Crown, 
He    purchas'd   with    his    Blood ! 

5,  Lord,  fhall  we   lie   fo    fluggifh    ftill, 

And   never    act   our   Parts  ! 
Come,    holy   Dove,  from    th'  heav'nly  Hill, 
And    fit  and    warm   our   Hearts. 

6.  Then    fhall    our   active  Spirits  move, 

Upwards   our    Souls    fhall   rife : 
With   Hands   of  Faith,  and    Wings  of  Love, 
We'll   fly    and   take   the    Prize. 

HYMN     CLXXXIIL 

Watchfutnefs    and  Brotherly    Reproof, 

Y    God,  accept    my   early    Vows, 
Like   Morning  Incenfe  in  thine  Houfe ; 

L  3  And 


'•M 


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And  let  my  nightly  Worfhip   rife, 
Sweet  as   the  Ev'ning  Sacrifice. 

2t  Watch  o'er  my  Lips,  and  guard  them.  Lord, 
From   ev'ry   rafli  and  heedlefs    Word ; 
Nor    let  my    Feet  incline    to  tread 
The  guilty   Path   where    Sinners  lead. 

3.  <)  may   the  Ilight'ous,  when    I   ftray, 
Smite   and   reprove  my  wand'ring    Way  ! 
Their  gentle    Words,  like    Ointment  med, 
Shall  never   bruife,  but  chear  my  Head. 

4.  When   I  behold  them    preft   with   Grief, 
I'll  cry    to    Heav'n   for  their  Relief; 
And  by  my  warm    Petitions  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful '  Love. 

HYMN     CLXXXIV. 

I#   TV/fY    God    I    am   thine ; 
IV J_  'Tis    Comfort    Divine, 
To  know   that  the   Sav'our  of  Sinners  is  mine, 

2,  In   the  heav'nly    Lamb 
Thrice    happy    I    am ; 

My  Heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  Sound  of  his  Name. 

3.  True  Pleafures    abound 
In    the    rapt'rous    Sound, 

Whoever   hath  found  it,  hath   Paradife  found. 

4»  My    JeU13    t0    know, 

And    feel   his    Blood    flow, 
'Tis  Life    everlafling,    'tis    Heaven  below. 

5.   Yet  onward  I    hafte 
To   the   heav'nly  Feaft: 
That,  that  is   the    Fulnefs  ;  but  this  is  the  Tafte. 

6.  And 


(  i<*7  ) 

6,  And  this    I    fhall    prove, 
'Till    glad   I    remove 
To  the  Heaven  of  Heavens  in  Jefus's   Love. 

HYMN     CLXXXV. 

Human   Weaknefs    ow?ied. 

I#    1\/TY   Lord,   how   great's  the    Favour  i 
JLVJ.    That    I    a   Sinner    Poor, 
Can  thro*  thy   Blood's   fweet    Savour 

Approach    thy   Mercy's    Door : 
And    find   an    open   Pauage 

Unto   the    Throne  of  Grace  ; 
There    wait   the   welcome   Meflage, 
That  lids   me   go   in   Peace. 

2,  Lord,    I'm    an   helplefs    Creature, 

Full    of  the  deepen:    Need  : 
Throughout    defii'd    by    Nature 

Stupid,  and   inly    dead  ; 
My    Strength    is    perfect    Weaknefs, 

And   all   I    have   is    Sin  ; 
My    Heart  is    all    Unclennnefs, 

A    Den   of  Thieves    within. 

3,  In    this    forlorn    Condition, 

Who    fhall  afford   me    Aid? 
Where  fhall    I   find    Companion 

But  in   the    Church's    Head? 
Jefus    thou    art   all   Pity, 

O   take  me  to    thine    Arms, 
And   exercife   thy    Mercy, 

To   fave    me  from  all    Harms. 

4,  I'll  never    ceafe    repeating 

My    numberlefs    Complaints ; 
But    ever  be    intreating 

The  glorious  King  of  Saints, 

L  4  'Till 


(  i68  ) 

'Till    I    attain   the    Image 

Of  him   I    inly  love ; 
And    pay    my    grateful   Homage 

With    all    the    Saints    above. 

5.  Then  I,   with    all    in    Glory, 

Will    thankfully    relate 
ThJ  amazing,    pleafing  Story 

Of  JeftYs    Love    fo    great ; 
In    this  bleu:   Contemplation 

I  ever   mall    be   well ; 
And    prove   fuch    Confolation, 

As   none    below    can  tell. 

HYMN    CLXXXVI. 

A   Thought    of  Death    and   Glo*-y. 

*♦   TV/T^    Soul  come   meditate   the  Day, 
XV  A  And   think  how   near   it  ftands, 
When    thou   muft    quk    this   Houfe   of  Clay, 
And    fly    to   unknown    Lands. 

[2.  And  you  mine   Eyes,  look   down   and  view 
The    hollow    gaping   Tomb  : 
This   gloomy  Prifon  waits   for   you, 
Whene'er   the   Summons   come.] 

3.  Oh  !  could   we    die    with  thofe    that   die, 

And   place   us   in  their   Itead  ; 
Then  would    your    Spirits    learn    to    fly, 
And   converib    with    the    Dead. 

4.  Then   mould   we   fee   the    Saints  above 

In    their    own    glorious   Forms, 
And   wonder  why    our  Souls   fhould  love 
To   dwell  with    mortal    Y\rormm 

5.  How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  Cloathes  of  Fleih, 

Thefe   Fetters,  and    this   Load ; 

And 


(  i69  ) 

And    long  for    Ev'ning    to  undrefi, 
That  we    may    reft    with   God. 

6.  We   fhonld   almoft   forfake    our  Clay 
Before    the    Summons    come, 
And   pray,  and    wifh   our    Souls    away 
To  their   eternal    Home, 

HYMN     CLXXXVII. 

A  Song  of  Prrafe  for  the    Holy    Chcjl. 

1.  j\/TY    Soul    doth    magnify    the    Lord, 
IV  X  My    Spirit  doth  ~rejoice 

In  God    my   Saviour,    and  my   God ; 
I    hear   his  joyful    Voice. 

2.  I   need   not   go    abroad    for  Joys, 

I  have   a    Feaft    at   Home ; 
My    Sighs   are   turned    into    Songs, 
The    Comforter   is    come, 

3.  Down  from    above    the    blefled  Dote, 

Is    come  into  my    Breaft, 
To    witnefs  God's    eternal    Love ; 
This   is  my    heav'nly    Feaft. 

4.  This    makes  me    Abba    Father   cry, 

With    Confidence   of  Soul  ; 
This   makes  me  ^cry,   my  Lord,    my  God, 
And    that   without    Controul, 

5„  There   is    a    Stream    that   uTues    forth 
From   God's    eternal   Throne, 
And    from    the   Lamb,  a  living   Stream,, 
Clear   as  the    Cryftal     Stone. 

6.  The    Stream    doth    water    Paradife, 
It    makes   the   Angels  ring ; 
One  Cordial    Drop  revives    my    Heart, 
Hence  all    my   Joys   do    fpring. 

L  5  7.  Such 


(  17°  ) 

7.  Such  Joys  as  are   unfpeakable, 
And    full   of   lilorv    too; 
Such   hidden    Manna,    hidden   Pearls, 
As    Worldlings    do   no.,     know. 

S.  Eve   has  not  fecn,   nor    Ear    hath  heard, 
From   Faiuy    'tis   concealM 
What  thou    Lord    haft    laid   up  for    thine, 
And  haft  to    me    reveal'd. 

^.  I  fee  thy   Face,  I   hear  thy     Voice, 
I    tnile  thy   fweeteft    Love  : 
My   Soul    doth    leap,    hut    Oh,    for    Wings; 
The   Wings  of  INoah's   Dove. 

jo*  Then   would   I  fly    far   hence   away, 
Leaving   this   World   of  Sin  ; 
Then  would    my    Lord   put  forth    his  Hand, 
And    kindly   take   me   in. 

II,  Then    would   my  Soul   with  Angels  Feaft, 
On    Joys   which   always  lalt  ; 
Bleft   be    my    God,    the    God    of  Joy, 
Who   gives    me   here  a    Tafte, 

HYMN     CLXXXVIII. 

SubmiJJion  to    jfffliflhe   Providences, 

1.  XT  A  K  E  D    as    from  the  Earth  we  came, 
xN    And   crept    to  Life    at    firft, 

We   to   the  Earth    return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our   Dufl, 

2.  The   dear  Delights  we   here    enjoy, 

And    fondly   call    our    own, 
Are  but   fliort  Favours   borrow'd   now, 
To  be   repaid  anon. 


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3.  'Tis    God   that   lifts  our   Comforts  high, 

Or   finks    them  in   the    Grave : 
He    gives,  (and  blefied  be   his    Name  !) 
Ke  ^iakes   but  what   he   gave. 

4.  Peace,  all  our   angry  Paflions   then1. 

Let  each    rebellious    Sigh 
Be   filent   at    his    Sov'reign   Will, 
And   ev'ry   Manner  die. 

5*  If  fmiling    Mercy    crown    our   Lives, 
Its   Praifes   fhall    be    fpread, 
And   we'll  adore  the   Juftice  too 
That   (hikes    our  Comforts    dead* 

HYMN     CLXXXIX. 

Heaven   Invifible  a?id  Holy,    1  Cor.  ii,  9,  10.  Rev. 

xxi,  2  7« 

1.  ^T  O  R  Eye  has   feen,   nor  Ear  has  heard, 
X\l    Nor  Senfe  nor  Reafon    known, 

What    Joys    the    Father   has  prepar'd 
For    thofe  that  love    the    Son. 

2.  But   the    good   Spirit    of  the   Lord 

Reveals    a    Heav'n    to    come : 
The    Beams  of  Glory    in  his  Word 
Allure    and  guide   us    home. 

3.  Pure   are  the  Joys    above  the    Sky, 

And '  all   the    Region   Peace  ; 
No   wanton    Lips,    nor   envious    Eye, 
Can  fee    or   tafte   the    Blifs. 

4.  Thofe   holy  Gates   for  ever   b  ar 

Poliution,    Sin,    and    Shame  j 
None   fhall  obtain    Admittance   there, 
But    Foll'wers    of  the  Lamb, 

5.  H<? 


(   I7x) 

5*#  He   keeps  the   Father's  Book   of  Life, 
There   ail   their   JNames  are    found; 
The    Hypocrite    in   vein    ihall  itrive 
To   tread  the  heaVnly    Ground. 

HYMN     CXC. 

The  Mi/try  of  being  without  God  in  this  World*.    Or, 
Vain    Profperilyt 

1.  'VTO,  I  fhall   envy*   them    no    more, 
JlN    Who  grow  profanely  Great, 

Tho*    they  increafe   their    golden    Store, 
And  rife   to    wond'rous   Height. 

2.  They  tafte   of  all    the   Joys  that  grow 

Upon    this  earthly   Clod ! 
Well,   they  may  fearch  the  Creature* thro', 
For  they    have    ne'er    a   God. 

3.  Shake  off  the    Thoughts   of  dying   too, 

And  think  your   Life   your  own  ; 
But    Death  comes   haft'iiing    on    to  you, 
To    mow   your    Glory   down. 

4.  Yes,   you   mutt  bow  your  ftately  Head, 

Away  your    Spirit  flies, 
And  no   kind   Angel    near   your   Bed, 
To    bear  it   to   the   Skies, 
$,  Go  now,  and    boaft   of  all   your  Stores, 
And   tell  how   bright  they    mine ; 
Your    heaps   of  glitt'ring    Dull    are   yours, 
And  my    Redeemer's  mine. 

HYMN     CXCL 

Charity    and  Vncharitablenefs. 

I.  \T  O  T    diff'rent   Food  nor  diff'rent  Drefs, 
JlN    Compoie    the  Kingdom  of  our  Lord: 
But  Peace  and  Joy  and  Right'oufnefs, 
Faith  and  Obedience  to  his  Word.      2.  When 


C  171  ) 

2.  When  weaker   Chriftians  we   defpife 

We   do  the    Gofpel    mighty  Wrong : 
For  God,   the    Gracious  and    the  Wife, 
Receives   the  Feeble    with  the   Strong. 

3.  Let   Pride    and    Wrath   be    banim'd   hence, 

Meeknefs    and    Love    our  Souls    purfue  ; 
Nor   mall   our    Practice  give  Offence 
To    Saints,  the   Gentile    or    the    Jew* 

HYMN     CXCIL 

The   Song  of  Zacharias,    and   the  Mejfage    of  John 

the  Baptift :    Or,    Light    and   Salvation   of  Jefus 

Chrijl,    Luke  i.  68,  &c,    John  i.  29,  32* 

1.  XT  O  W   be  the   God    of   Ifra'l    blefs'd, 
JJN    Who   makes   his    Truth   appear ; 

His    mighty    Hand   fulfils   his    Word, 
And   all  the    Oaths    he    fware. 

2.  Now    he   bedews    old  David's    Root 

With    Bleffings   from   the    Skies  ; 
He    makes   the    Branch    of  Promife  grow, 
The  promis'd    Horn   arife. 

[3,.  John  was   the    Prophet  of  the    Lord, 
To  go    before    his    Face, 
The    Herald   which   our   Saviour-God 
Sent   to  prepare   his    Ways. 

4.  He  makes  the  great   Salvation   known, 

He   fpeaks    of  pardon 'd    Sins  ; 
While   Grace   Divine,  and    heav'nly    Love 
In    its    own    Glory   mines. 

5.  «<  Behold   the   Lamb   of  God   he  cries, 

"  That   takes   our    Guilt   away  ; 

<<  I  faw 


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te  I  faw    the    Spirit    o'er  his    Head 
"On   his    Baptizing    Day.] 

6.  « Be   ev'ry  Vale    exalted    high, 

"  Sink  ev'ry  Mountain  low  ; 
« The   Proud  muft  ftoop,    and  humble  Souls 
<(  Shall   his  Salvation   know. 

7.  "  The  Heathen    Realms  with    Ifrael's   Land 

"  Shall  join    in    fweet    Accord  ; 
"And   all   that's  bom   of  Man  mall  fee 
"  The  Glory   of  the  Lord, 

8*  <<  Behold  the    Morning-Star   arife, 
"  Ye    that   in    Darknefs   fit ; 
*'  He   marks   the  Path  that   leads   to    Peace, 
"  And   guides  our   Doubtful   Feet." 

HYMN     CXCIII, 

Redeeming   Love, 

I,  VTOW  begin   the  heav'nly  Theme, 
x\    Sing    aloud   in  Jefu's    Name ; 
Ye,  who  Jefu's  Kindnefs  prove, 
Triumph  in   redeeming   love* 

2„  Ye,  who   fee    the    Father's    Grace, 
Beaming    in    the   Saviour's   Face ; 
As   to    Canaan  on  ye    move, 
Praife  and   blefs  redeeming    Love. 

3^  Mourning    Souls  dry  up  your  Tears, 
Banifh    all   your  guilty  Fears ; 
See  your  Guilt   and   Curfe    remove, 
Cancell'd   by    redeeming    Love* 

4.  Ye,  alas !    who   long  have    been 
Willing   Slaves  of  Death    and    Sin; 
Now  from    Blifs  no   longer  rove, 
Stop — and   taO. „■    -"deeming   Love, 

5.  Welcome 


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$.  Welcome  all    by    Sin   oppreft, 
Welcome  all  to    Jefus  Chrift ; 
Nothing   brought   him    from  above, 
Nothing  but   redeeming   Love. 

6,  Fe  fubdu'd    th'  infernal    Pow'rs, 
His    tremendous   Fees   and    ours, 
From    their  curfed    Empire    drove, 
Mighty  in   redeeming  Love* 

7.  Hither   then    your  Mufic   bring, 
Strike   aloud  each  joyful    String; 
Mortals    join  the  Korls  above, 
Join   to    praife  redeeming    Love. 

HYMN     CXCIV. 

Love    and  Hatred, 


'•N 


O  W   by   the    Bowels   of  my   GOD, 
His  fliai  p  Djftrefs,  his  fore   Complaints, 
By   His   laft  Groans,  his    dying  Blood, 
I  charge   my  Soul    to   love   the    Saints. 

2,  Clamour   and    Wrath   and    War   be   gone, 
Envy    and    Spite   for   ever   ceafe  ; 

Let   bitter   Words   no    more    be  known 
Among  the   Saints,    the   Sons   of  Peace. 

3,  The   Spirit    like  a   peaceful  Dove 

Flies  from  the  Realms  of  Noife  and  Strife; 
Why  fhould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  Love, 
Who  feals  our  Souls    to    heav'nly    Life  ? 

4,  Tender  and    kind  be    all    our    Thoughts; 
Thro*    all  our  Lives  let  Mercy  run  : 

So   GOD   forgives   our  num'rous   Faults, 
For   the   dear   Sake   of  CHRIST   his  Son. 

HYMN 


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HYMN     CXCV. 

New    Year's  Day, 

1.  "XT  O  W,  gracious  Lord,  thine  Arm  reveal, 
JlN    And   make   thy    Glory    known; 
Now  let  us  all  thy   Prefence   feel, 
And  foften    Hearts   of  Stone ! 

2»  Help  us    to   venture  near  thy  Throne, 
And  plead  a    Saviour's   Name  ; 
For    all  that   we   can  call   our    Own, 
Is    Vanity  and  Shame. 

3#  From    all   the    Guilt   of  former   Sin 
May    Mercy   fet  us   free  ; 
And   let   the   Year  we   now  begin, 
Begin  and   End  with   thee. 

4.  Send    down   thy    Spirit    from   above, 

That   Saints  may  love,  thee   more; 
And    Sinners   now    may    learn  to    love 
Who    never  lov'd   before. 

5.  And  when  before  thee  we   appear 

In  our    Eternal   Heme  ; 
May   growing   Numbers  worfhip  here, 
And  praife   thee   in    our  R.oom. 

HYMN     CXCVI. 

An   Evening    Song¥ 

1.  \T  O  W  from  the  Altar  of  my   Heart, 
-lN    Let   Incenfe  Flames   arife, 
Aflift  me    Lord    to  offer  up 
Mine    Evening   Sacrifice. 


Awake,  my  Love;    awake,   my  Joy; 
Awake,  my    Heart  and    Tongue ; 


Sleep 


(  *77  ) 

Sleep  not  -when   Mercies    loudly   call ; 
Break   forth   into    a    Song, 

3.,  Man's    Life's  a   Book    of  Hiftory, 
The    Leaves   thereof  are    Days; 
The    Letters    Mercies   clofely  join'd, 
The   Title   is   thy    Praife. 

4.  This   Day   was  God  my   Sun    and   Shield, 

My   Keeper  and   my    Guide  ; 
His   tender  Care  o'er   me    was    fhown, 
His    Mercies    multiply 'd. 

5.  Minutes   and  Mercies    multiply'd 

Have   made  up   all   this  Day  ; 
Minutes   came  quick  ;  but   Mercies   were 
More   fleet   and   free   than  they. 

6.  New   Time,  new  Favour   and   new  Joys, 

New  Songs    of  Praife    require; 
Till  I    fhall  praife  thee   as  I  would, 
Accept   my    Hearts  Defire. 

7.  Lord  of  my    Time,  whofe    Hand   hath  fet 

New  Time  upon    my    Score, 
Thee    fhall  1   praife  for    all  my    Time, 
When  Time    fhall    be    no    more, 

H  Y  M  N     CXCVII. 

1.  TWT  O  W   from    the    Garden    to    the  Crofi, 
-L\I    Let   us    attend   the    Lamb  of  God; 

Be   all  Things  elfe   accounted    Drofs, 
Compar'd    with    Sin    atoning    Blood. 

2.  See  how  the    patient   Jefus   Hands, 

Infulted  in   his   loweft  Cafe; 
Sinners  have  bound    th'  Almighty's    Hands ; 
And  fpit   in  their    Creator's   Face. 

3t  With   Thorns  his   Temples  gor'd  and  gafh'd, 
-Send  Streams  of  Blood  from  evVy   Part ; 

M  His 


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His  Back's  with  knotted   Scourges  lafh'd  ; 
But  fharper  Scourges   tear   his    Heart. 

4,  Nail'd   naked   to   th'   accurfed  Wood; 
Expos'd  to    Earth,    and   Heav'n  above, 
A   Spectacle   of  Wounds  and   Blood ; 
A   Prodigy  of  injur'd   Love  ! 

5»  Hark   how  his   doleful   Cries   affright 
Affected  Angels,  while   they   view  ; 
His  Friends   forfook   him   in    the  Night; 
And    now  his  God   forfakes  him    too. 

6.  Oh  what  a   Field   of  Battle's   here  ! 

Vengeance    and  Love  their  Powers  oppofe  : 
Never  was   fuch   a  mighty   Pair; 

Never   were   two   fuch  defp'rate  Foes. 

7.  Behold   that  pale,  that  languid   Face, 

That  drooping  Head,  thofe  cold  dead  Eyes! 
Behold,    in    Sorrow  and   Difgrace, 

Our   concurring  Heroe  hangs  and  dies  ! 

8.  Ye   that   aflume   his   facred  Name, 

Now   tell   me,  what   can   all  this  mean? 
What   was   it  bruis'd   God's  harmlefs  Lamb! 
What  was  it   pierc'd  his  Soul,  but  Sin  I 

9.  Blufh,  Chriftian,  blufh ;  let    Shame  abound, 

If  Sin  affects  thee   not  with    Woe, 
Whatever   Spirit's   in   thee   found, 

Chrifl's   Spirit  thou  didft  never  know. 

HYMN     CXCVIII. 

Love    on    a   Crofs,    and  a  Throne* 

I,  XT  O  W  let  my  Faith  grow  ftrong,  and  rife, 
JIN    And   view  my  L  o  r  d  in  all  his  Love; 
Look  back    to   hear    his   dying   Cries, 
Then  mount  and  fee  his  Throne  above. 

2.  See 


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2.  See  where  he   languifh'd  on  the    Crofs  ; 

Beneath   my   Shis  he  groan'd    and   dy'dj 
See   where   he   fits  to   plead   my    Caufe, 
By   his  Almighty    Father's    Side. 

3.  If  I   behold   his  bleeding    Heart* 

There  Love    hi    Floods  of  Sorrow  reigns, 
He  triumphs   o'er  the   killing   Smart, 
And  buys   my  Pleafure   with  his   Pains. 

4.  Or   if  I   climb   th'  eternal    Hills, 

Where  the   dear   Conqu'ror  fits  enthron'd, 
Still   in   his  Heart    Companion   dwells, 
Near   the   Memorials   of  his  Wound. 

5.  How   mail    a  pardon'd   Rebel  mow 

How   much  I  love  my    Saviour. God? 
Lord    here    I   baniih  ev'ry    Foe, 
I  hate   the   Sins   that  colt  thy  Blood, 

6.  I   hold  no  more    Commerce    with   Hell, 

My  deareft  Lufts   mall    all  depart; 
But  let  thine  Image    ever   dwell 
Stampt  as  a   Seal   upon  my  Heart, 

HYMN     CXCIX. 

The   Agonies    of  Chrift. 

t,  TVTOW   let   our   Pains  be   all  forgot, 
JL\    Our   Hearts    no  more   repine ; 
Our  SufF' rings   are   not   worth    a    Thought, 
When,    Lord,    compar'd    with    thine. 

2.  In  lively    Figures   here   we   fee 
The  bleeding    Prince   of  Love; 
Each  of  us  Hope,  he   dy'd  for  me, 
And  then   our    Griefs  remove. 

M  2  [3.  Ouir 


C  180  ) 

[3,  Our  humble    Faith  here  takes  her  Rife, 
While  fitting    round    his    Board; 
And   back  to  Calvary   me   flies, 
To   view   her  groaning   Lord. 

4.  His    Soul,    what   Agonies  it   felt 

When  his   own    God   withdrew  ; 
And    the   large   Load  of  all    our  Guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too* 

5.  But    the    Divinity   within 

Supported   him   to    bear  : 
Dying,  he    conquer'd   Hell    and    Sin, 
And  made   his  Triumph   there.]] 

6.  Grace,  WifdOm,  Juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The    Wonders  of  that    Day  I 
No   Mortal    Tongue,   nor  Mortal    Thought, 
Can  equal   Thanks   repay, 

7.  Our  Hymns  fhould  found  like  thofe  above, 

Could    we  our    Voices  raile  ; 
Yet,   Lord,  our  Hearts    fhall  all   be  Love, 
And    all   our   Lives   be   Praife, 

H  Y  M  N     CC. 

Chrift's   Sufferings    and  Exaltation, 

1.  ^^TOW  let  our   mournful   Songs  record 
xN    The  dying  Sorrows  of  our  Lord, 

When  he   complamM    in  Tears    of  Blood, 
As  one  forfaken   of  his   God. 

2.  The  Jews   beheld   him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhook  their  Heads  and  laugh'd  in  Scorn ; 
"He  refcu'd   others    from    the   Grave, 
"  Now   let   hixn  try   himfelf  to  fave. 

3.  "Tins 


C  181  ) 

g.  <*  This  is    the    Man    did    once  pretend 
**  God    was    his    Father   and  his  Friend ; 
"If God   the    blefled  lov'd  him    fo, 
«<Why   doth  he  fail   to   help  him    now!" 

4.  Barbarous  People  !   Cruel  Priefts  ! 

How    they    flood  round  like  Savage  Beafts; 

Like    Lions   gaping   to    devour, 

When  God    had    left    hirr.    in  their  Pow'r. 

y.  They  wound   his  Head,  his  Hands,  his  Feet, 
Till    Streams  of  B]ood  each   other   meet ; 
By    Lot    his   Garments  they   divide, 
And    mock    the  Pangs    in   which  he  dy'd. 

6.  But   God,  his    Father,    heard  his   Cry; 

Rais'd    from    the    Dead   he  reigns  on  high; 
The   Nations  learn   his    Right'oumefs, 
And   humble    Sinners   taite    his  Grace, 

HYMN     CCT. 

Parting   with    Friends. 


'£> 


1.  "^fOW  Lord,  tho'   we  muft  part  awhile, 
-L\l    Upon  the  heav'nly  Road  ; 

Yet   let    thy   Face  upon   us   fmile, 
And  keep   us  near    our   God. 

2.  And   if  on    Earth   again  we  meet, 

Lord  let  us    meet   with  thee^ 
And  let  thy  gracious   Prefence   fweet 
From  Bondage    fet   us   free. 

3.  This,  only  this   we  humbly  crave, 

While  Earth  is   our    Abode, 
That   we    with   Chrift  and  Saints  may  have 
Communion  on  the   Road* 

4.  For   fince  our   Fellowship  below, 

Affords   fuch  Joy   and  Love, 

M  3  We 


(  i8*  ) 

We   long   its  full    Extent  to  know, 
When  r\e   ihail   meet   above. 

5.  Let  this,  O    Lord   excite   us    on, 

To    keep   the    narrow    Way, 
Till   we   mall   meet    around  thy   Throne, 
With    all    the    Heirs   of  Day, 

6.  Come   Holy   Ghoft,  our  Souls    infpire  I 

Maintain    this    Flame   of  Love, 
Tiii  we    (hall  join    that    glorious    Choir 
Of  Worfhippers    above* 

HYMN     CCII. 

I.  ^VT°W    may  the   Spirit's  holy   Fire, 
JlN    Defcending    from    above, 
His  waiting  Family   infpire 
With    Joy,    and    Peace,    and  Love  I 

2.  Thee    we  the   Comforter    confefs  ; 

Unlefs    thou'rt    prefent    here  ; 
Our   Songs   of  Praife    are  vain   Addrefs, 
We    utter  heartlefs    Pray'r. 

3.  Wake   heav'nly    Wind,  arife    and  come, 

Blow   on    the    drooping    Field  ; 
Our    Spices   then    ihall    breath    Perfume, 
And    Fragrant    Incenfe    yield. 

4.  Touch,  with    a  living   Coal,  the   Lip 

That  Ihall    proclaim  thy    Word : 
And    bid    each    awful    Hearer    keep 
Attention   to    the   Lord. 

5.  Haft  en  the   reftitution   Day, 

Which    now    Corruption    fhrouds  ; 
New   Heavens,  and    new    Earth  difplay, 
With   Jefus    in    the    Clouds. 


HYMN 


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HYMN     CCIII. 

A  Sight   of  Heaven   in    Sicknefs. 

OF  T   have   I    fat   in   fecret   Sighs, 
To   feel  my    Flefh    decay, 
Then  groan'd    aloud    with    frighted   Eye§, 
To  view   the  tott'ring  Clay. 

*,  But  I    forbid   my    Sorrows  now, 
Nor  dares  the   Flefh    complain  ; 
Difeafes  bring   their   Profit  too  ; 
The  Joy    o'ercomes    the    Pain* 

$,  My   chearful   Soul   now   all   the   Day 
Sits   waiting  here  and   fings  ; 
Looks  thro*   the   Ruins    of  her   Clay, 
And   practifes    her   Wings t 

4.  Faith   almoft  changes  into    Sight, 

While  from   afar  fhe   fpies, 
Her   fair  Inheritance,    in   Light 
Above   created  Skies. 

5.  Had   but   the    Prilon    Walls    been  ftrong. 

And   firm    without    a   Flaw, 
In    Darknefs   fhe    had    dwelt   too    long, 
And   lefs   of  Glory  faw  : 

6.  But  now    the    everlafling   Hills 

Thro*   ev'ry   Chink   appear, 
And   fomething   of  the   Joy   fhe   feels 
While   fhe's  a  Prif  'ner  here : 

7.  The   Shines   of  Heav'n  rufh   fweetly  in 
At  all   the   gaping    Flaws  ; 
Vifions    of  endlefs   Blifs  are  feen 
And   Native   Air   fhe   draws. 

M  4  8.  O  may 


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S.   O  may  thefe   Walls  ftand  tott'ring  flill, 
The   Breaches  never  clofej 
If  I   muft  here   in   Darknefe   dwell, 
And  all    this   Glory  lofe  ! 

9.  Or  rather   let  this    Flefh    decay, 
The   ruins   wider  grow, 
Till   glad   to   fee   th  'enlarged  Way, 
I  ftretch  my    Pinions    through, 

HYMN     CCiV. 
The    STONY    HEART. 

1.  f~\  H,  for   a   Glance  of  heavenly    Day, * 
Vy  To   take   this  ftubborn  Stone  away  : 

And  thaw   with    Beams   of  Love    Divine 
This  Heart,    this   frozen   Heart   of  mine ! 

2.  The   R.ocks  can  rent ;  the  Earth  can  quake ; 

The   Seas   can    roar  ;    the  Mountains  fhake; 
Of  Feeling   all    Things  iliew  fome    Sign ; 
But  this   unfeeling    Heart   of  mine. 

5.  To  hear  the    Sorrows   thou  haft  felt, 
Dear    Lord,  an   Adamant  %would    melt; 
Bat    1    can  read  each    moving   Line, 

And  nothing  move   this    Heart  of  mine. 

4.  Thy    Judgments   too  unmov'd   I    hear, 

(Amazing  Thought !)    which   Devils  fear  ; 
Goodnefs   and   Wrath   in   vain    combine, 
To   ftir  this    ihrpid    Heart    of  mine. 

5.  But   fomething   yet   can  do  the    Deed  ; 

And    that   dear    Something   much    I   need; 
Thy    Spirit  can    from    Drofs  refine  ; 

And    move   and  melt   this  Heart   of  mine. 

HYMN 


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HYMN     CCV. 

1.  /^\H,  that    I   had    a   Bofom    Friend, 
\J  To   tell    my    Secrets   to  ! 

On  whofe    Advice    I    might    depend, 
In    ev'ry  Thing    I    do. 

2.  How  do  I   wander  up    and    down, 

And    no   one    pities    me  ; 
I    feem  a  Stranger  quite    unknown, 
A   Son    of  Iv'.ifery. 

3„  None    lends   an   Ear  to  my   Complaint, 
Nor   minds    my  Cries    and   Tears  j 
None   comes   to    help   me,  though  1   faint, 
Nor   my    vaft   Burthen  bears. 

4.  While   others    live   in  Mirth    and    Eafe, 

And  feel  no   want    nor   Woe  ; 
Through  this   dark,  howling    Wildernefs, 
I    full    of  Sorrow    go. 

5.  Oh!    faithlefs  Soul,   to    reafon  thus, 

And  murmer    without    End  ; 
Did    Chrift    expire    upon   the    Crofs  f 
And    is   not   he    thy   Friend  ? 

6.  Why   doft   thou  envy   carnal   Men  ! 

And    think  their   State  fo   bleft  ? 
How  great   Salvation  haft    thou   feen  ? 
And   Jefus  is  thy   Reft. 

7.  What   can   this    lower  World    afford, 

Compar'd   with  Gofpel   Grace, 
Thy    Happinefs  is    in  the    Lord, 
And   thou  ihalt   fee  his  Face. 

3.  Can    prefent    Griefs    be   counted   great, 

Compar'd  with    future   Woes? 
Will    transient   Pleafures  feem   fo   fweet, 
Compar'd   with    endlels   Joys? 

M  5  9.  How 


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9.  How   foon  will  God  withdraw  the  Scene, 

And    burn   the  World   he  made  ? 
Then   Woe   to    carnal   carelels  Men  : 
My   Soul    lif:   up  thy    Head. 

10.  Thy    Saviour  is   thy  real   Friend, 
Conftant,   and   true,    and  good  : 

He   will   be   with   thee   to   the  End, 
And   bring  thee    fafe   to   God, 

11,  What  then  my    Soul    haft  thou    to   fear! 

Or   why   ihould'ft  thou    repine  ? 
Look  up,  behold  Redemption's  near  ; 
Rejoice,  for    Heav'n  is  thine. 

12,  Why  O   my    Soul,  art  thou   fo  fad  ? 
When    will   thy    Sighs   be    o'er  ? 

Rejoice  in  Jefus,  and  be  g;lad, 
Rejoice   for    Evermore, 

HYMN     CCVI, 

The  two  Debtors. 

1.  ^v  N  C  E  a    Woman  filent  ftood 
KJ  While   Jefus   fat   at  Meat  ; 

From   her    Eyes   fhe  pour'd    a  Flood 

To  wafh   his    Sacred   Feet  : 
Shame   and    Wonder,    Joy   and   Love, 

All  at   once  pollefs'd   her   Mind, 
That   fhe   e'er    fo    vile   could  prove, 

Yet  now    Forgivenefs  find. 

2.  "How  came  this   vile    Woman  here? 

"  Will    Jefus    notice    fuch  ? 
e<  Sure,   if  he  a   Prophet   were, 

'<  He  would  difdain   her    touch  !" 
Simon   thus,  with  fcornful    Heart, 

Slighted   one   whom  Jefus  lov'd; 

But 


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But  her   Saviour   took   her   Part, 
And  thus   his    Pride    repi  ov'd : 

3,  "  If  two   Men   in    Debt  were   bound, 

u  One   lefs,  the    other    more  ; 
« Fifty,    or   rive    hunched   pound, 

"  And    both  alike   were   Poor; 
**  Should  the   Lender   both    forgive, 

"  When    lie    fuw    them    both    diftrefs'd ; 
"  Which    of  them    would  \ou  believe 

"  Engag'd    to    love   him   belt  I 

4«  <e  Surely  he  who    rm.it    did   owe," 

The   Pharifee   repl  v  d  ; 
Then   our    Lord,  "  by  judging   fo, 

<<  Thou    doft    for   her    decide  : 
«  Simon,   if  like   her   you  knew 

"How   much  you    rorgivenefs  need  ; 
«  You  like   her    had    acted   too, 

**  And  welcom'd    me    indeed  ! 

5#  « When   the    Load    of    Sin  is  felt, 

"  And  much   Forgivenefs    known  ; 
<e  Then  the    Heart    of  ceurfe  will   melt, 

"  Tho'   hard  before    as    Stone  ; 
«  Blame   not  then   her  Love  and    Tears, 

"  Greatly  fhe   in    Debt   has   been ; 
"  But  I    have    remov'd   her    Fears, 

"And   pardon'd  all  her  Sin." 

6#  When  I    read   this   Woman's   Cafe, 

Her  Love  and    humble    Zeal  ; 
I  confefe,  with   Shame    of  Face, 

My   Heart  is   made  of  Steel ; 
Much    has  been  forgiv'n   to    me, 

Jefus  paid  my    heavy  Score  ; 
What   a    Creature   mure  I   be, 

That   I   can    love  no   more  ! 

HYMN 


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HYMN     CCVII. 

I4   /^v  N  C  E   more  before   we   part, 

Vj  We'll    blefs    the    Saviour's  Name: 
Record  his  Mercies,  ev'ry   Heart ; 
Sing,  ev'ry  Tongue,  the   fame. 

2.  Hoard   up  his  facred    Word, 

And   feed   thereon    and    grow : 
Go    on,  and    feek    to  know  the   Lord  ; 
And   pracftife   what    you   know. 

HYMN    CCVIII. 

A  Morning  Song. 

1.  f\  N  C  E   more  my    Soul,    the   riling  Day 
v^/   Salutes  thy    waking  Eyes ; 

Once    more    my    Voice,  thy  Tribute  pay 
To   him  that   rules  the   Skies, 

2.  Night   unto   Night  his    Name  repeats, 

The    Day    renews  the   Sound, 
Wide  on   the    Heav'n   on  which   he  fits 
To    turn   the    Seafons   round. 

3.  'Tis    he   fupports   my    Mortal    Frame, 

My  Tongue   fhall  fpeak  his    Praife  ; 
My    Sins  would  roufe   his   Wrath    to    Flame, 
And   yet   his  Wrath   delays. 

4.  [On    a  poor   Worm   thy  Pow'r  might  tread* 

And    I    could   ne'er   withftand ; 
Thy    Juflice    might  have    crufli'd  me  dead, 
But   Mercy   held   thine    Hand. 

5.  A   thoufand   wretched    Souls    are   fled 

Since  the  laft   fetting    Sun,  v 
And    yet  thou    length'neft   out   my  Thread, 
And    yet    my    Moments    run.] 

6.  Dear 


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6.  Dear  God,  let  all   my  Hours  be  thine, 
Whilft   I  enjoy  thy    Light ; 
Then    fhall   my  Sun  in    Smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafant   Night. 

HYMN     CCIX. 

New   Tear's   Day* 

1.  /^VNCE    more  the  conflant   Sun,    revolving 
KJ  round   his   Sphere,  [Year  ; 

His  fleady  Gourfe  has  run,  and  brings  another 
He   rifes,  fets,  but    goes   not  back  ; 
Nor  ever   quits   Ins    deftin'd  Track* 

2.  Hence  let  Believers  learn  to  keep  a  forward  Pace ; 
Be  this  our  main  Concern,  to  finifh  well  our  Race. 
Bakflidings   fhun,   with    Patience   prefs 
Towards  the  Sun    of  Right'oufnefs. 

3.  What  now  fhall  be  our  Talk  ?  or  rather  what 

our    Pray'r  ? 
What  good  Things  mail  we  afk,  to  profper  this 

New    Year  ? 
With  one    Accord    our    Hearts    we'll  lift  ; 
And   alk  our   LORD   fome   New  Year's  Gift. 

4.  No   trifling   Gift  or  fmall  mould    Friends  of 

CHRIST   defire  ; 
Rich  LORD,    beftow  on  all  pure  Gold,  well 

try'd  by  Fire  ; 
Faith   that   ftands   fall  ;  when   Devils  roar  ; 
And   Love  which   lafts   for   Evermore. 

HYMN     CCX. 

Before   Preaching. 

*•   /^\NCE  more  we   come  before  our   God, 
W  Onee  more  his  Blefling  aflc  3 

Oh, 


(  i*o  ) 

Oh,   may  not   Duty   feem  a   Load  I 
Nor    Worihip    prove    a  talk. 

2.  Father,    thy    quick'ning    Spirit   fend 

From   Heav'n,  in   Jefu's   Name, 
To  make   our  waiting    Minds    attend, 
And   put  our    Souls  in    Frame. 

3.  May  we  receive    the  Word   we   hear  j 

Each  in   an  honeft    Heart ; 
Hoard    up  the   precious    Trcafure  there, 
And    never   with   it   part. 

4.  To  feek  thee   all   our   Hearts  difpofe, 

To   each  thy   Bleiling  {hit, 
And    let  the    Seed  thy    Servant  fows 
Produce   a  copious    Fruit, 

5.  Bid  the   refrefhing    North  Wind  wake  j 

Say   to  the    South  Wind,    blow  ; 
Let   ev'ry  Plant   the    Pott?r    partake, 
And   all   the  Garden    grow. 

6.  Revive    the    parch 'd    with    heav'nly  Show'rs, 

The   Cold   with    Warmth    Divine ; 
And  as    the    Benefit    is    ours, 
Be   all  the   Glory   thine. 

HYMN     CCXI. 

1.  S~\N  thee,  O  God  of  Purity, 
V^   I  wait   for   hallowing   Grace ; 

None   without   Holinefs  fhall   fee 

The  Glories  of  thy  Face : 
In  Souls   Unholy,   and    Unclean, 

Thou  never  canft  Delight ; 
Nor  £hall  they,  while  unfav'd   from  Sin, 

Appear  before  thy  Sight. 

2,  But  as   for   me,    with  humble  Fear, 

I  will  approach    thy    Gate  ; 

Though 


f  i9i  ) 

Though  moft  unworthy   to   draw  near. 

Or  in    thy    Courts   to  wait : 
I  truft  in   thine  unbounded   Grace, 

To  all   fo  freely  giv'n ; 
And  worfhip  t'ward   thy   Holy  Place, 

And  lift  my   Soul  to   Heav'n. 

3*  Lead   me  in  all  thy  right'ous  Ways, 
Nor   fufFer    me   to  Aide; 
Point  out   the    Path  before  my    Face, 
My  God    be   thou   my   Guide ! 

0  may   I   ne'er  to    Evil  yield, 
Defended   from   above, 

And  kept,  and   cover'd  with  the   Shield 
Of  thine   Almighty    Love, 

HYMN     CCXII. 

Pardo7ti?ig  Grace* 

I.    f\  U  T  of  the   Depths   of  long  Diftrefs, 
vJ  The.  Borders  of  Defpair, 

1  fent   my   Cries  to  feek   thy  Grace, 
My   Groans  to  move    thine  Eear. 

2*  Great »   God  !   mould  thy   feverer    Eye, 
And    thine   impartial  Hand, 
Mark  and  revenge    Iniquity, 
No  mortal  Flefli  could  ftand. 

3.  But  there  are   Pardons  with   my    God 

For  Crimes  of  high    Degree ; 
Thy   Son  hath  bought  them    with  his  Blood, 
To  draw  us   near  to   thee. 

4.  [  I   wait   for    thy    Salvation    Lord, 

With    ftrong    Defires  I    wait ; 
My  Soul,   invited    by  thy    Word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  Gate.] 

s.  [J«ft 


A 


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5*  [Juft.  as  the  Guards    that  keep   the   Night 
Long    for    the    Morning   Skies, 
Watch    the    firft.   Beams   of  breaking  Light, 
And   meet  them   with   their   Eyes : 

6.  So    waits  my  Soul  to   fee  thy   Grace, 

And  more  intent  than   they, 
Meets  the  firft    Openings  of  thy   Face, 
And    finds    a    brighter   Day.] 

7.  [  Then  in  the    Lord  let   Ifra'l  truft, 

Let  Ifra'l    feek  his  Face  ; 
The    Lord   is   Good  as   well    as   Juft, 
And   plenteous  in    his  Grace. 

8.  There's  full  Redemption    at   his   Throne 

For   Sinners   long  enflav'd; 
The   great  Redeemer   is  his    Son,  . 
And   IfraH  mail  be   fav'd.] 

HYMN     CCXIII. 

Adoring    Jesus.. 

1.  S~\  Come   let    us  join, 
KJ  Together    combine  ; 

To  praife  our  dear  Saviour,   our  Matter  Divine. 

2.  Hirn    let   us   adore, 
Who   cover'd  with    Gore, 

Late  hanged  on  Calv'ry,  both  wounded  and  poor. 

3.  He  worthy   is   blefs'd, 
By    Spirits   at  Reft  ; 

Who   once  in  this  Defert  his  Godhead  confefs'd. 

4»  The   Heavenly   Spheres, 
Who  faw   him   in   Tears, 
Yea,  ev'ry  ftrong  Angel  his  perfon  reveres, 

S.  The 


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5.  The    Prophets    who   told 
His  Sufferings    of  old, 
Sing  now  fweet  Thankfgiving  onPfalt'ries  of  Gold. 

6.  The    Fathers    to    whom 
He   fhew'd  he    would    come, 

Now  in  his  Pavillion  take   up  their  long  Home, 

7.  The   Spirits   of   Men, 
Who    tor    him    were    flain, 

From  Abel  the  Right 'ous,  fhare  now  in  his  Reign. 

8.  Th'  Apoftles    who    flood, 
Refilling    to    Blood, 

For    Jefus's   Gofpel,  rejoice    in   their   God. 

9.  The  ConfefTor's  too, 
Them    proftrating   low, 

Call  down  their  bright  Mitres,  and  thankfully  bow. 

to.  Oh    Church    of  the    Lamb, 
Here    met    do    the    fame, 
With  Saints,  and  with  Angels,  bJeft  Jefus's  Name. 

11.  My  Soul  bear    a    Part, 
For    ranfom'd   thou    art, 
By  Jcfu's  Blood  fhedding,  his  Burial,    and  Smart, 

12*  To    him  that  was    flain, 
The   fcorn'd   Nazarene, 
Be  Glory,  and  Honour,  let  all  fay   Amen. 

HYMN    CGXIV. 

I,   f\    Come,    thou   wounded    Lamb  of  God; 
V-/  Come    warn   us  in  thy  cleanfing  Blood ! 
Give  us   to   know7   thy    Love,  then  Pain 
Is   fweet,   and    Life   or    Death   is   Gain. 

2-  Take  our  poor  Hearts,    and  let   them  be 
For   eyer    clos'd   to   all  but  thee  ; 
Seal   thou   our    Breads,  and  let  us  wear 
That  pledge   of  Love   for  ever  there. 

N  3.  How 


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5.  How    can  it   be  thou   heav'nly   King, 

That  thou   mould   Man   to  Glory   bring! 
Make   Slaves  the  Partners  of  thy   Throne, 
And  give    them  an  immortal  Crown! 

4,  Ah,    Lord  !    enlarge  our  fcanty  Thought; 

To  know  the   Wonders  thou  haft  wrought; 
Unloofe  our  ftamm'ring    Tongues  to  tell 
Thy    Love   Immenfe,    unfearchable. 

5,  Firft-born  of  many   Brethren,  thou. 

To  thee  both  Earth  and  Heav'nmuft  bow; 
Help   us   to  thee   our    all  to   give, 
Thine  may   we  die,  thine  may  we  live  I 

HYMN     CCXV. 

j.  /"\  For  an  Heart   to  love  my  God  ! 
V-/  An  Heart  from  Sin  fet  free ; 
An   Heart  that  always  feels  the  Blood, 
So    freely    fhed    for    me  ! 

2.  An  Heart  refignM,  fubmiffive,  meek, 

My  dear   Redeemer's    Throne  ; 
Where    only    Chrift  is  heard   to  lpeak, 
Where  Jefus  reigns    alone. 

3.  An    humble,   lowly,   contrite  Heart, 

Believing,    true    and   clean  ; 
Which   neither  Life  nor    Death  can  part 
From   him   that    dwells  within. 

4.  An   Heart    in  ev'ry   Thought   renew'd, 

And  fill'd    with  Love   Divine  ; 
Perfect    and  right,    and    pure,  and   good, 
A  Copy,    Lord  I    of  thine, 

5.  Thy  tender  Heart   is  ftill   the   fame, 

And  melts   at  Human    Woe  ? 

Send 


C  *9S  ) 

Send  down   thy   Grace,    O  blefied  Lamb  J 
That   I    thy    Love  may   know. 

6.  Thy  holy  Nature    Lord  !    impart, 
Come  quickly   from  above, 
Write  thy  new   Name  upon   my  Heart, 
Thy   new   bell    Name   of  Love. 

HYMN     CCXVI. 

Viftory    over   Death.  I  Cor.  xv,  $$<  &c. 

r.    /"\  For   an   over-coming   Faith 
v>^  To   chear  my  dying   Hours, 
To    Triumph    o'er   the    Monfler  Death, 
And    all   his    frightful   Pow'rs  ! 

2.  Joyful,  with  all   the  Strength   I    have,* 
My    quiv'ring    Lips    mould    ling, 
Where   is   thy  boafted    VicVry    Grave  ? 
And   where  the    Monfter's   Sting  ? 

3„  If  Sin  be    pardon'd,    I'm  fecure, 
Death  hath   no    Sting   befides  ; 
The  Law    gives   Sin  its    damning   pow'r; 
But   Chrift,  my   Ranfom,    dy'd, 

4.  Now  to  the   God  of  Victory 
Immortal    Thanks  be   paid, 
Who   makes  us  conqu'rors    while   we  die, 
Through  Chrift   our   living   Head. 

HYMN     CCXVII. 

r.   /~\    For  a   fweet   infpiring   Ray, 
V-/  To    animate  our  feeble    Strains, 
From  the  bright  Realms,    of  endlefs    Day, 
The   blilsful    Realms,  where  Jefus  reigns  1 

2,  There  low  before   his  glorious   Throne, 
Adoring  Saints   and  Angels  fall, 

N  z  And 


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And    with    delightful   Worfhip    own 

His  Smile  their  Blifs,  their  Heav'n,  their  all. 

3.  Immortal  Glories  crown   his   Head, 

While   tuneful  Hallelujahs    rife: 
And    Love,    and    Joy,   and    Triumph   fpread 
Thro'   all    th'   Aflemblies    of    the   Skies. 

4.  He   Smiles,    and    Seraphs  tune  their    Songs, 

To    boundlefs   Rapture  while   they    Gaze  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  joyful   Tongues 
Refound   his    cverlafting  Praife, 

5.  There    all   the  Ranfom'd    of  the    Lamb 

Shall  join    at   laft    the   Heav'nly   Choir ; 
O   may    the   Joy-infpiring   Theme, 
Awake  our    Faith,  our   warm  Delire  1 

6.  Dear   Saviour,    let    thy   Spirit   feal 

Our  Int'refi    in    that  blifsful   Place, 
Till    Death   remove    this  mortal   Veil, 
And   we   behold    thy    lovely    Face. 

HYMN     CCXVIH. 

Adori?ig   Chrift, 

1.  f~\    For  a   Thoufand    Tongues   to  ling, 
v^/   My   dear   Redeemer's    Praife, 

The  Glories    of  my    God   and  King, 
The    Triumphs   of  his  Grace. 

2.  Jefus,   the   Name  that   charms  our   Fears, 

That   bids   our    Sorrows   ceafe  ; 
'Tis    Mufic    in   the    Sinner's    Ears, 
*Tis   Life,  and    Health,  and  Peace. 

3.  He   breaks  the    Pow'r    of  cancel'd    Sin, 

He    fets    the    Pris'ners  free  ; 
His   Blood  can   make   the    fouleft   clean, 
His    Blood   avaii'd  for  me.  4»  He 


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4.  He  (peaks,    and   lift'ning  to  his  Voice, 

New    Life   the   Dead   receive ; 
The  mournful,  broken   Hearts   rejoice  ; 
The   humble   Poor   believe* 

5.  Hear    him,    ye    Deaf;  his   Praife    ye    Dumb> 

Your   loofen'd   Tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  Blind,  behold  your    Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye    Lame,  for   Joy. 

HYMN     CCXIX. 

Man  frail,  and  God   Eternal. 

1.  /~V  U  R   God,  our  Help   in    Ages   paft, 
\J  Our    Hope   for  Years  to  come, 

Our  Shelter   from    the   flormy    Blaft, 
And  our  eternal   Home. 

2.  Under   the  Shadow    of  thy    Throne 

Thy   Saints  have   dwelt  fecure ; 
Sufficient  is   thine   Arm   alone, 
And  our    Defence   is   fure, 

3.  Before    the  Hills   in    Order  ftood, 

Or    Earth  receiv'd    her  Frame, 
From    Everlafting   thou    art   God, 
To   endlefs    Years    the  fame. 

4.  Thy   Word  commands  our   Flem   to  Duft, 

"  Return,  ye  Sons  of  Men," 
All   Nations   rofe   from  Earth    at   firfl, 
And   turn   to  Earth    again* 

5.  A   thoufand   Ages  in    thy    Sight 

Are  like   an   Ev'ning  gone  ; 
Short    as   the   Watch    that  ends   the   Night, 
Before   the  rifing  Sun. 

6.  [The  bufy   Tribes   of    Flefh   and   Blood, 

With    all   their    Lives    and   Cares, 
Are   carry'd   downwards  by   the    Flood, 
And  loft  in  foil 'wing    Years. 

N  3  7.  Time, 


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7»  Time,  like   an    ever  rolling   Stream, 
Bears    all   its  Sons   away : 
They  fly,    forgotten,   as    a   Dream 
Dies  at  the    op'ning    Day. 

8.  Like   flow'ry    Fields  the    Nations   ftand, 

Pleas' d   with    the   Morning   Light ; 
The   Flow'rs    beneath   the   Mower's  Hand 
Lie  with 'ring   ere    'tis  Night.] 

9.  Our   God,    Our  Help  in   Ages    paft, 

Our    Hope   for    Years   to    come, 
Be    thou   our    Guard   while    Troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal   Home. 

HYMN    CCXX.     . 

14   f^\  H    Jefu,    our   Lord, 
V^/   Thy   Name   be   adorM, 
For  all  the  rich  Bleflings  convey'd  by  thy  Word. 

2.    In    Spirit  we  trace 
Thy   Wonders  of  Grace, 
And  chearfully  join  in   a   Concert  of  Praife. 

g„  The    Ancient   of   Days 
His   Glory  difplays, 
And  {nines   on  his  Chofen  with  cherifhing  Rays, 

4.  The   Trumpet  of  God 
Is   founding   abroad, 

The  Language  of  Mercy,  Salvation  through  Blood, 

5.  Thrice    happy   are  they 
Who   hear    and   obey, 

And  fliare  in  the   Bleflings  of  this  Gofpel  Day. 

6.  The    People  who    know 
Their    Sav'or    below, 

With  burning  Affection  to  worfhip  him  glow. 

7.  Their 


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7.  Their  Anguifh  and   Smart, 
And   Sorrow    depart, 

Who  find  his   Salvation  infcrib'd  on  their  Heart. 

8.  This    Blefling  be   mine, 
Through   Favour   Divine ; 

But   oh,    my    Redeemer,    the    Glory    be  thine. 

9.'  The   Work  is  of  Grace, 
Thine,  thine    be   the    Praife; 
And  mine  to  adore  thee,  and  tell  of  thy  Ways, 

HYMN     CCXXT. 

Agnus    Dei. 

1.  (~\   Lamb  of  God  our  Saviour  ! 

U  Kill'd   on   the   Tree   of  Sorrow  ! 
Thy   fuff'ring    meek    Behaviour 

Paid  what    thou  didft   not    borrow. 
Thy    bearing   our    Tranfgreffion 

Secured  us  from    Damnation. 
Have  Mercy  upon    us,  O  Jefu  !    O  Jefii  ! 

2.  O  Lamb   of  God,  our   Saviour,    &c. 

Acknowledge   thou   us,   O  Jefu  !  O  Jefu  ! 

3.  O  Lamb    of  God,  our   Saviour,  &c, 

O   grant   us  thy    Peace,  O  Jefu !  O  Jefu ! 

HYMN     CCXXII. 

1.  /"\  Lord,   thou  know'ft  my  Soul's  Defires, 
\J  And    thou    canft  give    me  perfect  Eaie ; 

Thou  art    the  God   my  Heart  admires, 

There's  nothing   but   thy    Love  can  pleafe. 

2.  Give   me,  O   Lord,  the  Happinefs 

To  fit   and   hear    thy  gracious   Voice; 
Come,   Saviour,    come,   my  Soul    poffefs, 
And   make    my  mourning   Heart   rejoice. 
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3.  Lord,  I    would   piaife   thy   holy   Name, 

Thou  art    my    ever  lading  Friend  ; 
Thou    halt   not   put   my    Soul  to  Shame ; 
Pieferve   me  fafe   unto  the    End. 

4.  Thou    art   my   Strength,   and   my  Support, 

My    Fope,  my  everlalting  Aid  ; 
To  thee    I    always   would   refort, 

And   truft   in    thee    when   I'm   afraid. 

5.  Thy    Name   affords    my    Soul    Relief, 

When  1    with    Sorrows  am   oppreft  ; 
When    I    am    full   of  Woe    and    Grief, 
Thy    Word    doth   give    my    Spirit  reft. 

6.  Teach    me    to    do    thy   holy    Will, 

Unite  my    Heart   to   fear   thy    Name  ; 
O   lead    me   to   thy   heavYly    Hill, 
Where    Hands    the   new   jerufalem. 

7*  Where  not   the    Lord   of  Fof.s  my  Strength, 
I    mould   have    funk    in    deep    Defpair ; 
But    now    1    ti-uft    1    ilia!l   at    length 
Arrive    at    Canaan's  Harbour    fair: 

8.  There   fhall   I    reft    for    evermore, 

Fearlefs    of   Storms,    and   racing    Seas, 
And   fit   upon    the    heav'nly    Shore, 
And    dwell  at    everlaiiing   Eafe. 

HYMN     CLXXIIf. 

1.  /~V    Lord  !    to  whom  for  Help  J  call, 
V-/  Thy    Miracles   repeat  ; 

With   pitying    Eye    behold    me   fall 
A    Leper    at  thy  Feet. 

2.  Loathfome    and   foul,   and   felf  abhorr'd, 

I    fink    beneath    my    Sin  ; 
But,  if  thou    wilt,  a    gracious    Word 
Of  thine,    can  make   me    clean. 

3.  Thou 


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3.  Thou   feeft   me   Deaf  to  thy  Commands, 
Open   O    Loudi  mine    Ear  ; 
Bid   me   ftretch    out  my  wither'd   Hands, 
And  lift  them  up    in   Pray'r . 

4#  Silent    (alas  !  thou   know'ft  how   long  !  ) 
My    Voice    1    cannot    raife  ; 
But  Oh]   when  thou   fhalt  loofe   my  Tongue, 
The    Dumb    mall  fing   thy    Praife. 

5.  Lame    at    the    Pool   I    ftill   am    found, 

Give,    and    my    Strength    employ  ; 
Light  as   an   Heart    I    then   fhall    bound, 
The    Lame  fhall    leap   for  joy. 

6.  Blind    from  my  Birth   to   Guilt   an.d   thee, 

And    dark  1    am    within, 
The    Love,  of  God    I    cannot   fee, 
Nor  Sinfuinefs  of  Sin. 

7.  But   thou,  they    fay,  art  palling   Iby, 
O    let  me   hnd    thee    near  ! 

Jefus,     in    Mercy   hear   my   Cry, 
Thou    Son  of   David,  hear  ! 

8.  Long  have   I    waited   in    the    Wa;r, 

For   thee,  the    Heav'nly    Light  ; 
Command    me  to    be    brought,  and.  fay, 
•'  Sinner,    receive    thy    Sight." 

HYMN    CCXXIV. 

A  Sinner**    Frayer. 

I.     ^V  my  Lord,    what   muft    I  do? 

V-/Only   thou  the   Wa>    canft   iliew; 
Thou  canfr    fave  me  in    this   He  »ur, 
I  have  neither    Will  nor    Posv'r 
God   if  over    all    thou  art, 
Greater   than   the  finful    Heart  5 

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Let  it  now  on  me   be    mown, 
Take  away  the    Heart  of  Stone. 

2,  Take   away  my  darling  Sin, 

Make   me    willing  to    be   clean  ; 
Make   me  willing    to   receive 
What   thy   Goodnefs   waits  to   give  : 
Force   me,    Lord,  with    all    to   part, 
Tear  all    Idols   from    my  Heart; 
Let  thy  Pow'r  on  me   be  mown, 
Take  away  the    Heart    of  Stone. 

3,  Jefu,    mighty    to   renew, 

Work  in  me,  to  will  and  do  ; 
Turn  my  Nature's  rapid  Tide, 
Stem  the  Torrent  of  my  Pride, 
Stop  the  Whirlwind  of  my  Wijl, 
Bid  Corruptions,  Lord,  be  dill  ; 
Now  thy  Love  Almighty  mew, 
Make    e'en  me    a   Creature    new. 

4,  Arm    of  God,    thy   Strength   put  on, 

Bow   the    Heavens   and    come    down  j 
All   mine  Unbelief  o'erthrow, 
Lay   th'afpiring  Mountain   low ; 
Conquer    thy    worn:    Foe  in   me; 
Get  thyfelf  the    Viclory, 
Save    the  vileft  of    the   Race, 
Force   me   to   be    fav'd  by   Grace, 

HYMN     CCXXV, 

For   the  lajl    Day    of  the   Year, 

I.   /^V    Praife  the   Lord    of  Heav'n, 
v^/  Whofe   Mercy   never    fails  ; 
Six   Troubles  come,  and    alfo   Sev'n, 
But  ftill   his  Grace    prevails. 

2.  The 


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2.  The   Year  that's    almoft   part 

His   Goodnefs    did   proclaim  ; 
His   Love    doth   now  and  always   lnflj 
Give    Glory   to  his    Name* 

3.  How   Wondrous  are    his    Ways 

Which    he    to   us   makes    known' 
We  join   to    ring   our   Maker's    Praife ; 
And    worfhip   him    alone. 

4.  When    we   the   Year   begun 

We  rais'd   our   chearful    Songs; 
And   furely   when    its    Courfe   is   run 
To    God    our   Praife    belongs, 

5#  His   Mercies  flill  are  new, 
Let  us    extol    his  Love, 
May    we   this   blefTed    Theme    purfue 
Till   we    mall    meet    above. 

HYMN     CCXXVI, 

Breathing   after    Holinefs. 


I.   f\   That  the  Lord  would   guide  my  Ways 
\J  To   keep    his   Statutes   ftill ! 


ji 
keep 
O   that    my   God    would    grant  me    Grace 
To    know   and    do  his    Will  ! 


2.  O    fend    thy  Spirit   down    to    write 

Thy    Law    upon  my    Heart ! 
Nor   let   my    Tongue   indulge  Deceit, 
Nor   act    the    Liar' s  part. 

3.  From   Vanity  turn   off  my    Eyes; 

Let  no    corrupt    Defign, 
Nor   covetous    Defires    arife 
Within   this   Soul  of  mine. 

4.  Order   my   Footfteps  by    thy    Word, 

And  make  my  Heart  fincere  ; 


Let 


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Let   Sin   have   no    Dominion,    Lord, 
But  keep  my  Conference  clear.  ' 

$.  My  Soul    hath  gone   too    far  aflray, 
My  Feet    too    often   flip  : 
Yet   fince   I've  not    forgot   thy  Way, 
Reftore   thy    wand 'ring    Sheep. 

6.  Make   me   to  walk   in  thy  Commands, 
'Tis  a  delightful    Road  ; 
Nor  let  my   Head,  or  Eeart,    or  Hands 
Offend    againft   my  God. 

HYMN     CCXXVII. 

Sin  and  Sorrows    laid  before    God. 

1.  /^V  that  I  knew   the   fecret    Place 
V-/ Where    I  might  find    my   God! 

I'd  fpread   my   Wants   before  his   Face, 
And    pour  my    Woes    abroad . 

2.  Pd   tell   him  how   my    Sins  arife, 
What    Sorrows   I  fuftain, 

How  Grace   decays,    and    Comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  Heart  hi    Pain, 

3.  I'd  fay  how  Flefh  and   Senfe   rebel, 
What  inward    Foes    Combine, 

With  this  vain   World  and    Pow'rs  of  Hell, 
To   vex    this    Heart    of  mine, 

4.  He  knows  what  Arguments   I'd  take 
To  wreftle  with  my   God  ; 

I'd  plead  for   his  own  Mercy's  fake, 
And   for  my   Saviour's   Blood, 

5.  My  God  will  pity  my   Complaints, 
And  heal  my    broken   Bones  ; 

He   takes   the  Meaning   of  his   Saints, 

The  Language  of  their  Groans.         6.  Arife 


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6.  Arife   my    Soul   from  deep  Diftrefc, 
And  banifh    ev'ry  Fear  ; 
He  calls   thee  to  his    Throne   of  Grace, 
To    fpread  thy    Sorrows  there. 

HYMN     CCXXVIII. 

1.  S~\   TELL   me  no   more 

\J  Of  tlris  World's  vain   Store  ;     - 
The  Time  for  such  Trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er. 

2.  A    Country    I've    found 

Where   true    Joys    abound ; 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy  Ground. 

3.  The    Souls  that  believe, 
In    Paradife    live  ; 

And  me   in  that    Number  will  Jefus    receive. 

4.  My   Soul    don't    delay, 

He   calls   thee    away ; 
Rife,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  blefs  the  glad  Day, 

5.  No    Mortal   doth  know 

What  he   can  bellow  j  (go. 

What  Light,  Strength,  and  Comfort,  do  after  him 

6.  Lo,  onward   I    move, 

And    but    Chrift    above, 
Noneguefleshow  wond'rous  myjourney  will  prove. 

7.  Great   Spoils   I  mail    win, 

From    Death,    Hell,    and    Sin  ; 
'Midft  outward  Afflictions,  fhallfeel  Chrift  within. 

8.  Perhaps   for    his   Name 

(Poor   Duft   as    I    am) 
Some  Works  I  mall  finifh  with  glad  loving  Aim. 

9.  I   ftill   (which  is  befH 

Shall   in   his  dear  Breaft 
(As   at  the  Beginning)  find  Pardon  and   Reft, 

10,  And 


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lo*     And   when    I'm  to   die, 
Receive  me,    I'll    cry, 
For  Jefus   has  lov'd   me,   I    cannot  fay  why, 

11.  But   this    I  do   find, 

We   two    are   fo  join'd, 
He'll   not    live  in  Glory,    and  leave  me  behind. 

12.  Lo  this   is    the   Race 

I'm  running  through   Grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  fee  my  Lord's  Face. 

13.  And   now  I'm    in   Care, 
My   Neighbours   may  fhare  ; 

Thefe  Bleffings  to  feekthem  will  none  of  you  dare! 

14.  In    Bondage,    oh    why, 

And    Death  will   you  lie, 
When  one  here  allures  you  free  Grace  is  fo  nigh? 

HYMN     CCXXIX. 

ha?nentwg  the    Lofs    of  firjl   Love. 

1,  /~v    That    my    Soul   were   now    as    fair 
\J  As  it   hath    fometimes   been  ! 

Devoid   of  that  diftracfting    Care 
Without,    and    Fear    within  ! 

2,  There  was  a    Time   when   I  could  tread 

No    Circle   but    of  Love  : 
That  joyous   Morning  now   is    fled, 
How   heavily   I    move  ! 

3,  Unhappy   Soul,    that  thou  fhould'ft    force, 

Thy   Saviour  to    depart, 
When   he  was    pleafed  with   fo    courfe 
A    Lodging  in    thy  Heart  ! 

4,  How    fweetly   I   enjoy'd    my    God ! 

With   how   divine   a   Frame  ! 

I  thought, 


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I   thought,  on  ev'ry   Plant  I   trod, 
I   read   my  Saviour's   Name* 

5.  I  liv'd,  I  lov'd,  I   talked    with   thee, 

So  fweetly   we   agreed, 
And   thou  no    Stranger  waft   to    ipo 
Till   I  became  a    Weed* 

6.  The   Tempter  robb'd  me,  and  I   muft 

I    fear    be    ever   poor  ; 
May    this    fuffice,  to    roll   in    Dull 
Before  thy   Temple  Door! 

7,  My   deareft   Lord,  my  Heart  flames  not 

With    Love  that    facred   Fire ; 
But  fince    my    Love  .  has   wore   that   Blot 
Repentance   runs   the  high'r. 

8,  O   might  thofe   Days   return   again, 

How  welcome  they  fhould   be  1 
Shall   my   Petition  be  in   vain, 
Since   Grace  is   ever   free  f 

o.  Lord  of  my   Soul,   return,  return, 
To  chafe   away   this   Night ; 
Let   not  thine   Anger    ever   burn  5 
God   once    was   my    Delight. 

HYMN     CCXXX. 

jt  ^X    Thou,  whofe   tender    Mercy    hears 
\J  Contrition's    humble    Sigh  : 
Whofe    Hand  Indulgent,  wipes  the  Tears 
From   Sorrow's   weeping    Eye. 

2 .  See  I  low   before   the    Throne    of  Grace 
A  wretched  Wand'rer  mourn; 
Haft   thou  not   bid    me   feek   thy  Face  J 
Haft  thou   not  faid,   Return  ? 

3.  And 


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3.  And   mall  my    guilty    Fears   prevail 

To    drive  me  from    thy   Feet  ? 
O   let  not    this  dear   Refuge  fail, 
This   only  iafe  Retreat. 

4.  Abfent   from   thee,   my  Guide,   my  Light, 

Without   one    cheering  Ray, 
Thro'   Dangers,  Fears,   and   gloomy   Night, 
How    defolate    my   Way  ! 

5»  O   fhine    on  this   benighted   Heart, 
With    Beams    of   Mercy    mine  ; 
And    let    thy    healing    Voice   impact 
A    tafte    of  Joys    Divine, 

6.  Thy   Prefence   only    can  beftow 
Delights   which    never   cloy ; 
Be  this  my  Solace   here  below, 
And   my  eternal  Joy. 

HYMN     CCXXXI. 

A  lovely    Carriage. 

1.  /~\    'Tis    a   lovely    Thing  to  fee 
\J  A  Man   of  prudent   Heart ; 

Whofe   Thoughts,    and    Lips,  and  Life  agree 
To   a<5t    a   ufeful  Part. 

2,  When   Envy,    Strife,   and    \\  ars  begin 

In   little   angry  Souls, 
Mark  how  the   Sons   of   \  e?.ce   come  in, 
And  quench  the    kindling    Coals. 

3.  Their   Mind6   are    humble,   mild  and  meek, 

Nor   let  their  Fury   rife  ; 
Nor   Pafiion   moves   their   Lips  to    fpeak, 
Nor   Pride   exalts   their   Eyes. 

4,  Their  Fame  is  Prudence   mixt  with  Love; 

Good  Works   fulfil   their  Day; 

They 


They  join  the   Serpent   with  the    Dove, 
But    caft  the    Sting   away. 

5,  Such   was   the   Saviour    of  Mankind, 

Such  Pleafures   he  purfu'd  ; 
His   Flelh   and  Blood    were   all   refin'd, 
His    Soul  divinely   good. 

6.  Lord  can   thefe   Plants  of  Virtue   grow 

In  fiich   a   Soul   as  mine ! 
Thy   Grace  can   form    my    Nature    fo, 
And  make   my  Heart  like    thine. 

HYMN     CCXXXII. 

The  Pilgrimage  of  the  Saints,  Or,  Earth  and  Heaven* 

OH !    what   a   wretched    Land   is    this, 
That  yields  us   no  Supply, 
No   chearing   Fruits,  no  wholefome  Trees, 
Nor  Streams  of  living  Joy? 

3,  But  pricking   Thorns  thro*    all   the  Ground, 
And  Mortal    Poifons   grow, 
And    all   the   Rivers   that   are   found 
With    dang'rous   Waters   flow. 

3.  Yet  the   dear   Path    to   thine    Abode 
Lies   thro'  this  horrid    Land ; 
Lord !   we  would  keep  that  heav'nly  Road, 
And  run  at   thy    Command. 

[4,  Our   Souls  mall   tread    the    Defart   thro' 
With   undiverted   Feet ; 
And   Faith   and   flaming  Zeal  fubdue 
The   Terrors  that   we   meet.] 

[5.  A  Thoufand    Savage  Beads   of  Prey 
Around    the    Foreft   roam  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards   the    Way, 
And   guides  the   Strangers    Home.] 

O  [6.  Long 


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[6.  Long   Nights   and    Darknefs   dwells  below, 
W  ith  fcarce  a   twinkling    Ray  ; 
But  the    bright   World  to    which  we  go 
Is   everlaiting   Day.] 

[7«  By   glimm'ring    Hopes,    and  gloomy   Fears, 
We   trace  the    iacred    Road, 
Thro'   difmal   Deeps   and   dang'rous   Snares, 
We  make   our  Way   to   God.] 

8,  Our    Journey  is   a  thorny  Maze, 
But   we   march    upwards  ftili  ; 
Forget   thefe   Troubles   of  the    Ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's    Hill. 

[9,  See  the   kind    Angels    at  the  Gates, 
Inviting  us    to  come ! 
There  Jefus    the    Fore -Runner   waits, 
To    welcome   Trav'lers  Home  !  ] 

lo.  There    on    a  green   and   flow'ry   Mount, 
Our    weary  Souls   (hall    fit, 
And    with    tranfporting   Joys   recount 
The    Labours   of  our    Feet. 

[11.  No  vain   Difcourfe  mall  fill  our  Tongue, 
Nor   Trifles  vex   our    Ear  j 
Infinite    Grace    (hall    be    our    Song, 
And  God  rejoice   to   hear.] 

12.  Eternal  Glory  to  the    King 

That  brought    us  fafely   through  ; 
Our    Tongue   mail   never   ceafe    to    fu\g, 
And   endlefs   Praife    renew. 


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HYMN     CCXXXIII. 

Chrift    Withdrawn. 

What     fhall   I  do  to  retrieve 
The    Love  for   a  Seafon  beftow'd ; 


'Tis 


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>Tis   better  to    die  than  to   live 

Exil'd   from   the   Prefence  of  God  c 

With    Sorrow    diftracfted   and  Doubt, 
With   palpable   Horror    oppreft, 

The   City  I    wander    about, 

And   feek   my  Repofe   in    his   Breaft. 

C*  Ye  Watchmen  of    Ifrael,  declare 

If   ye   my   Beloved    have    feen, 
And   point   to    that   heavenly   fair 

Surpafling    the    Children  of  Men  : 
My   Lover   and  Lord    from   above, 

Who    only  can    quiet   my    Pain, 
Whom    only    I    languiih  to   love, 

O    where  fhall    1  find    him   again  ? 

3.  The  Joy    and    Deflre   of  mine  Eyes, 

The  End   of  my  Sorrow  and  Woe  j 
My   Hope,    and   my    heavenly   Prize, 

My  Height   of  Ambition    below : 
Once  more  if  he   fhew   me  his    Face, 

He   never    again  fhall    depart, 
Detain'd  in  my    clofeft   Embrace, 

Conceal'd  in  the  Depth  of  my  Heart. 

HYMN    CCXXXIV. 

Subniiflion  under  bereaving  Providences^falm  xlvi.io. 

J.  T)EACE,  'tis  the    Lord  Jehovah's   Hand 
A     That  blaft's    our    Joys  in  Death ; 
Changes  the   Vifage   once  fo    dear, 
And    gathers   back   the   Breath. 

2.  >Tis  he,  the     Potentate  fupreme 
Of  all  the    Worlds  above, 

O  2  Whofe 


(    I*2   ) 

Whofe   fteady   Counfels   wifely   rule, 
Nor  from   their  Purpofe   move* 

3.  JTis   he,  whofe    Juftke  might  demand 

Our  Souls  a  Sacrifice  ; 
Yet    fcatters  with   unwearied    Hand, 
A  thoufand   rich   Supplies. 

4.  Our   Covenant   God    and   Father  he, 

In  Christ    our  bleeding    Lord  ; 
Whofe   Grace    can    heal   the    burfting  Heart 
With   one   reviving   Word. 

5.  Fair    Garlands   of  immortal    Blifs 

He  weaves  for  every    Brow, 
And   fhall   rebellious    Paffions    rife, 
When    he    corrects   us   now  ? 

6.  Silent   we    own  Jehovah's   Name, 

We   kifs   the   fcourging   Hand ; 
And    yield    our    Comforts  and   our    Life 
To  thy    Supreme    Command. 

HYMN     CCXXXV. 

Prexife   to   the    Redeemer, 

r.  T)LUNG'D  in    a  Gulf  of  dark  Defpair, 
JL     We   wretched  Sinners   lay, 
Without   one    cheering   Beam    of  Hope, 
Or   Spark  of  glimm'ring   Day. 

2*  With  pitying   Eyes   the      Prince   of  Grace 
Beheld    our  helpleis   Grief; 
He   faw,    and   (O  amazing   Love!) 
He    ran    to  our   Relief. 

3.  Down  from   the   mining   Seats   above, 
With  joyful  Hafte  he    fled  ; 
Enter'd   the   Grave   in   mortal   Flefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the    Dead, 

4.  Oh! 


C**3  ) 

4,  Oh  !  for  this    Love,    let  Rocks  and  Hills 

Their   lading    Silence    break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  "  Tongues 
The    Savior.r's    Praifes    fpeak. 

5.  Angels    affift  our   mighty    Joys, 

Strike   all    your    Harps    of  Gold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your    higheft:  Notes, 
His   Love    can    ne'er  be   toicl. 

HYMN     CCXXXVI.         E/ku. 

1,  "Ty  OOR   Efau   repented  too  late, 

JT    That  once  he  his   Birth-Right   defpis'd ; 
And  fold,    for    a    Morfel    of  Meat, 

What   could  not  too   highly    be    priz'd : 
How  great   was    his    Anguiih   when   told 

The    Bleffing  he    fought    to    obtain, 
Was    gone    with   the    Birth-Right   he    fold, 

And  none    could    recall  it   again ! 

2.  He    ftands    as   a  Warning  to   all, 

Wherever   the    Gofpel  mall   come  ; 
O    haften   and   yield  to    the    Call, 

While   yet   for   Repentance  there's  Room  ! 
Your    Seafon   will    quickly   be  paft, 

Then    hear,   and    obey  it  to-day  ; 
Left   when   you  feek   Mercy    at    laft, 

The  Saviour   mould    frown    you   away, 

3.  What   is   it  the   World   can   propofe  ? 

A   Morfel    of  Meat    at    the   belt ! 
For    this  are   you   willing   to  lofe 

A  mare    in   the   Joys  of  the    Bleft  ? 
Its    Pleafures   will  Ipeedily   end  ; 

Its   Favour  and    Praife   are    but  Breath: 
And   what   can    its  Profits   befriend 

Your    Soul  in   the  Moment  of  Death  ? 

4,  If  Jefus    for   thefe   you    defpife, 

And   Sin  to  the   Saviour  prefer, 

O  s  In 


(  "4  ) 

In  vain   your   Entreaties  and  Cries, 

When    fummon'd    to   fland   at  his    Bar  : 

How    will   you   his    Prefence    abide  ? 

What    Anguifli   will   torture    your  Heart 

The   Saints    all  enthroned  by   his   Side, 
And  you  be   compell'd   to    depart  [ 

j.   Too   often,    dear   Saviour,   have    I 

Preferr'd  fome    poor   Trifle   to   thee; 
How  is   it    thou    doft    not  deny 

The  Bl effing    and  Birth-Right   to    me  ? 
No  better   than    Efau    I    am, 

Tho*   Pardon    and  Heaven   be    mine  ; 
To    me  belongs    nothing   but   Shame, 

The   Praife  and  the   Glory   be  thine. 

HYMN     CCXXXVIL 

Cod  Jhtning  into   the  Heart,  2  Cor.  iv#  6. 

1.  TJRAISE    to   the  Lord  of  bound lefs  Might, 
X     With    uncreated    Glories   bright ! 

His    Prefence   gilds  the    Worlds   above  ; 
Th'  unchanging  Source  of  Light  and  Love. 

2.  Our    ri(ing   Earth   his    Eye    beheld, 

When  in   fubftantial    Darknefs    veil'd ; 
The    fhapelefs    Chaos,    Nature's    Womb, 
Lay   buried   in  the  horrid    Gloom. 

3.  "Let  there    be   Light/'  Jehovah    faid, 

And    Light    o'er  all   its    Face    was  fpread ; 
Nature    array'd   in   Charms    unknown, 
Gay   with    its  New-born    Lultre  fhone. 

4.  He    fees   the  Mind,  when  loft   it  lies 

In    Shades   of    Ignorance   and  Vice; 
And  darts    from    Heav'n    a    vivid   Ray, 
And   changes    Midnight    into    Day. 

5.  Shine,    mighty    God,  with    Vigour   mine 

On  this  benighted  Heart  of  mine  ;  And 


( "5- ) 

And  let  thy   Glories   (land  reveal'd, 
As    in   the  Saviour's    Face  beheld* 

6.  My    Soul   reviv'd   by  Heav'n-born   Day, 
Thy  radiant    Image   mall    difplay, 
While   all    my    Faculties   unite 
To  praife    the   Lord,   who  gives  me  Light. 

HYMN     CCXXXV1II. 

Pray    without    ceajing.  I  Thef,  v,  17. 

lt   T}  RA  Y'R  was    appointed,  to   convey 
jT   The   Bleffings  God    defigns  to   give> 
Long   as   they   live  fhould   Chriftians  pray ; 
For   only   while    they  pray  they   live. 

2.  The   Chriftian's  Heart  his    Pray'r  indites  ; 

He  fpeaks  as  prompted    from    within, 
The  Spirit   his   Petition   writes  ; 

And    Chritt    receives,    and  gives   it   in. 

3.  And   wilt  thou    in  dead    Silence    lie, 

When   Chrift  (lands  waiting  for  thy  Pray'r? 
My    Soul   thou    halt    a   Friend,    on    High; 
Arife   and    try   thy    Int  reft    there. 

4*  If  Pains    afHici,  or    Wrongs    opprefs  ; 
If  Cares   diftracl:,    or  Fears    difmay  ; 
If  Guilt    deject,  if   Sin    diftrefs  ; 
The  Remedy's    before  thee,  pray. 

5.  'Tis  Pray'r    fupports  the     Soul  that's  weak ; 

Tho'    Thought  be  broken,    Language  lame, 
Pray;    if  thou   can'ft,    or   can'ft    not,    fpeak; 
But    pray  with    Faith  in   Jefu's   Name. 

6.  Depend    on  him;    thou  can'ft   not  fail, 

Make    all    thy    Wants   and   Wifhes  known; 
Fear   not ;  his    Merits   muft    prevail  ; 
Alk  what   thou    wilt,  it    mall  be   done. 

O  4  HYMN 


(  "6  ) 
HYMN     CCXXXIX. 

r.  T)RECIOUS    Bible,    what  a    Treafure 
X     Does  the  Word  of  God  afford  f 
All  I  want    for  Life    and    Pleafure, 
Food    or    Med'cine,   Shield  or    Sword ; 
Let  the   World   account    me  Poor, 
Having   this,    I   want    no    more,. 

t.  Food  to    which  the   World    a   Stranger, 
Here,   my   hungry   Soul  enjoys 
Of  Excels,  there    is  no  Danger, 
Tho'   it  fills,  it   never  cloys  ; 
On    a   dying   Chrift    I    feed, 
Here    is  Meat  and  Drink   indeed,. 

3.  When  my    Faith   is    faint   and    ficjdy, 

Or   when    Satan   wounds    my    Mind, 
Cordials    to   revive    me   quickly, 
Healing  Med'cines    here    I    find ; 
To    the   Prcmifes    I   flee, 
Each  affords   a   Remedy. 

4.  In   the    Hour  of  dark    Temptation, 

Satan  cannot   make   me    yield ; 
For  the    Word   of   Confolation, 
Is   to    me    a   mighty    Shield. 

While   the  Scripture  Truths  endure, 
From   his   Pow'r    I   am    Secure. 


1  R 


HYMN     CCXL. 

Gravity    and  "Decency. 
E  D  E  E  M  E  D    ones  the  Heirs  of  God, 


So    dearly   bought   with   Jesu's  Blood  ! 
Are    they  not    born    to   heav'nly   Joys, 
And    mall  they   ftoop  to   earthly    Toys  ? 


2.   Can 


C  2.17  ) 

2*  Can  Laughter   feed  th'immortal  Mind? 
Were   Spirits  of  celeftial    Kind 
Made   for   a  Jeft,    for  Sport    and  Play, 
To   wear    out  Time,  and  wafte  the  Day  ? 

3.  Doth    vain  Difcourfe,    or    empty    Mirth, 

Well    fuit   the   Honours  of  their   Birth  ? 
Shall    they  be   fond  of  gay    Attire, 
Which  Children  love,    and    Fools   admire  ? 

4.  What  if  we   wear    the  richeft    Veft, 

Peacocks    and   Flies    are   better  dreft, 
This    Flefh,   with    all   its    gaudy  Forms, 
Mufl   drop  to    Duft,  and  feed  the  Worms. 

5.  Lord,    raife  our  Hearts  and  Paffions  higher  > 

Touch  our    vain    Souls   with  facred   Fire ; 
Then,  with   a   Heav'n-directed    Eye 
We'll  pafs   thefe  glitt'ring    Trifles  by. 

6.  We'll    look   on  all   the  Toys   below 

With  fuch    Difdain    as  Angels    do  ; 
And   wait   the    Call   that   bids   us   rife 
To  Manfions   promised   in  the   Skies, 

HYMN     CCXLI. 

Rejoice    evermore, 

1.  O    EJOICE   evermore 
J-V.  With   Angels  above, 

In  Jefus's    Pow'r, 

In   Jefus's   Love ; 
With   glad   Exaltation 

Your   Triumph    proclaim, 
Afcribing    Salvation 
To   God  and    the   Lamb4 

2.  Thou,  Lord,  our  Relief 
In   Trouble   haft  been, 

Haft  fav'd  us   from   Grief, 
Haft   fav'd    us   from  Sin, 

O5  The 


C  ^8  ) 

The   Pow'r   of  thy    Spirit 

Can    fet   our    Hearts   free: 
And    we  fhall    inherit 

All   Fulnefs   in    thee. 

5.  All  Fulnefs    of  Peace, 

All    Fulnefs    of  Joy, 
And    fpiritual    Blifs 

That  never   can   cloy, 
To   us   it  is  given 

In    Jefus   to    know, 
A    Kingdom    of  Heaven, 

A   Heaven   below. 

4.  No  longer   we  join 

Where    Sinners    invite, 
Nor    envy  the    Swine 

Their   brutifh   Delight; 
Their    joy  is  ail    Sadnels, 

Their    Mirth    is   all   vain, 
Their   Laughter   is    Madnefs, 

Their   Pleafure    is   Pain, 
$,  O   may   they   at  lad 

With    Sorrow    return, 
The   Pleafure   to   tafte, 

For  which  they    were   born  ! 
Our   Jefus   receiving, 

Our    Happinefs   prove, 
The    Joy   of  believing, 

The    Heaven  of  Love. 

HYMN     CCXLU. 

1,    OEJOICE,     the  LORD  is    King, 
J-V  Your   GOD     and   King  adore ; 
Mortals    give    Thanks    and    ling, 

And   Triumph  evermore  : 
Lift   up   your   Hearts,  lift   up  your   Voice ; 
Pvejoicej  again  I  fay,   rejoice  ! 

2.  JESUS 


(    2,19    ) 

2.  JESUS  the   SAVIOUR,  reigns, 

The  G  O  D   of  Truth   and    Love  j 
When   he  had  purg'd  our   Stains, 

He   took   his    Seat  above: 
Lift  up  your    Hearts,   lift    up  your  Voice : 

Rejoice;  again  I  fay,  rejoice. 

3.  His   Kingdom  can  not    fail, 

He  rules  o'er    Earth    and    Heav'n ; 
The    Keys    of   Death  and  Hell 

Are    to    our   JESUS    giv'n  : 
Lift  up  your   Hearts,  lift   up  your  Voice: 

Rejoice;  again   I   fay,  rejoice. 

4.  He   fits    at    GOD's    right   Hand, 

Till  all  his   Foes   fubmit 
And   bow   to    his   Command, 

And  fall   beneath    his    Feet: 
Lift   up  your  Hearts,  lift   up  your  Voice  » 

Rejoice  ;  again    I    fay,    rejoice. 

5.  He  all   his    Foes    mail    quell, 

Shall   all  our   Sins  deftroy  ; 
And   ev'ry   Bofom   fwell, 

With    pure   Seraphic   Joy : 
Lift  up  your    Hearts,   lift    up   your  Voice : 

Rejoice  ;  again  1   fay,   rejoice. 

6.  Rejoice  in   glorious   Hope, 

JESUS    the  Judge  mall   come, 
And   take   his   Servants  up 

To  their   eternal   Home: 
We   foon  mail    hear   th'  Arch-Angel's  Voice : 

The  Trump  of  GOD    mall  found,    rejoice. 

HYMN    CCXLIII. 

Spiritual  Mindednefs ;  or,  inward  Religion,  Jamesi  29. 

1.  T>    E  L  I  G  I  O  N    is   the    chief  Concern 
JlV  Of  Mortals    here   below;  May 


(    X20    ) 

May   I   its   great   Importance    learn, 
Its    fov 'reign    Virtue    know. 

2.  More   needful    this,    than  glitt'ring  Wealth, 

Or   ought   the  World    bellows ; 
Not   Reputation,   Food    or  Health, 
Can  give   us    fuch  llcpofe, 

3.  Religion    mould  our   Thoughts   engage, 

Amidfl    our    youthful   Bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us   for  declining   Age, 
And   for  the  awful    Tomb. 

4.  O  may  my  Heart,    by   Grace   renew'd, 

Be  my    Redeemer's   Throne  ; 
And  be  my   itobbom  Will  fubdu'd. 
His   Government  to    own, 

5.  Let  deep   Repentance,  Faith   ancl    Love, 

Be  join'd    with    godly  Fear  ; 
And  all    my    Converfation    prove 
My    Heart    to   be  fincere. 

6.  Preferve  me  from    the    Snares    of  Sin, 

Thro'   my  remaining  Days  ; 
And    in  me    let    each    Virtue    fhine 
To    my   Redeemer's    Praife. 

7.  Let  lively   Hope    my    Soul    infpire  ; 

Let   warm    Affecftions   rife ; 
And  may   I   wait,  with   ftrong  Defire, 
To  mount   above    the    Skies. 

HYMN    CCXLIV. 

Mortality    and  Hopes. 

I.   TJ  EMEMBER,    Lord,  our  mortal    State, 
J\  How  frail  our  Life  !  how  fliort  the  Date! 
Where    is  the    Man  that   draws  his  Breath 
Safe  from  Difeafe,   fecure  from    Death  ? 

2.  Lord 


1  R 


(    2X1    ) 

2,  Lord    while  we    fee  whole  Nations  die, 
Our    Flefh    and    Senfe   repine   and    cry  ; 
"  Muft    Death    for   ever   rage    and   reign  ? 
<<  Or  haft   thou    made    Mankind   in    vain? 

n    a  Where  is    thy  Promife  to  the  Juft  ? 

«  Are   not    thy   Servants  turn'd  to   Duft?'* 
But   Faith   forbids    thefe   mournful    Sighs 
And    fees    the    fieeping  Dull    arife. 

4,   That  glorious    Hour,    that    dreadful    Day, 
Wipes   the   Reproach  of  Saints  away, 
And   clears   the    Honours  of  thy    Word: 
Awake,    our    Souls !    and   blefs    the  Lori>. 

HYMN     CCXLV. 

The    Go/pel, 

E  P  E  N  T,  ye    Sons    of  Men,    repent ; 
Hear  the   good   Tidings    God  has  fent, 
Of   Sinners    fav'd,  and    Sins    forgiv'n, 

And   Beggars    raif 'd   to    reign  in   Heav'n, 
Beggars,  Beggars,  Beggars,   Beggars,  Beggars, 
Rais'd   to  reign  in    Heav'n. 

2.  God   fent  his  Son  to    die  for   us, 

Die   to    redeem  us    from   the    Curie, 
He  took    ©ur    Weaknefs ;  bore  our    Load  ; 
And  dearly   bought   us  with  his    Blood, 
Dearly,    dearly,    &c. 

In   Guilts   dark    Dungeon  when    we  lay  ; 

Mercy  cry'd,  "  Spare  ;**  and  Juftice,  "  Slay;'* 
But   Jefus   anfwer'd,  "  Set    them    free  i 

"  And  pardon    them  ;  and   punifh    me,5' 
Pardon,    pardon,  &c. 

4.  Salvation  is    of   God    alone  ; 
Life    Everlafting   in   his  Son  : 
And   he,  that   gave    his   Son    to   bleed, 
Will    freely  give    us   all   we   need, 

Freely,   freely,   &c,  5,  Believe 


(   zzz  ) 

$.  Believe   the  Gofpel,  and   rejoice, 

Sing  to    the   Lord  with    chearful    Voice; 
His   Goonefs   praife,  his   Wonders  tell, 
Who    ranfom'd   all    our  Souls  from  Hell 
Ranfom'd,  Ranfom'd,  &c. 

HYMN    CCXLVI. 

1.  H  I  S  E,  my  Soul,  and   ftretch  thy   Wings, 
J-V  Thy    better   Portion  trace  ; 

Rife    from    tranfitory  Things, 

Tow'rds  Heav'n,  thy  native    Place. 

Sun,^  and    Moon,    and    Stars  decay, 
Time  ihall  foon  this  Earth    remove  ; 

Rile   my    Soul,  and   hafte   away 
To   Seats   prepar'd    above. 

2.  Rivers    to    the    Ocean    run, 

^  Nor   ftay  in   all   their    Courfe  ; 
Fire   afcending   feeks    the  Sun, 

Both  fpeed    them  to    their   Source; 
So    a  Soul   that's  born    of  GOD, 

Pants    to    view   his  glorious   Face; 
Upward   tends   to   his    Abode, 

To  reft  in    his  Embrace. 

3.  Fly  the  Riches,  fly    me   Cares ; 

While   I    that    Coaft  explore; 
Flatt'ring  World,  with  all   thy  Snares, 

1  Solicit    me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix   not  here    their  Home; 

Strangers   tarry  but  a   Night, 
When  the   laft  dear    Morn  is   come, 

They'll  rife   to  joyful    Light. 

4-  Ceafe,  ye   Pilgrims,  ceafe    to  mourn, 
Preis   onward    to   the    Prize ; 


Soon   our   Saviour   will   return/ 
Triumphant  in  the  Sl>ies; 


Yet 


(  "3  ) 


Yet  a    Seafon,    and  you  know 
Happy    Entrance  will    be    giv'n, 

All   our  Sorrows   left   below, 

And    Earth  exchang'd  for    Heav'n» 

HYMN     CCXLVII. 

1,  T>  ISE,   Zion,  fhine,  thy   Light  is  come, 
XV  The  glorious    Day's  begun, 

Thefe    Beams    we   fee   fo  bright   that  be, 
Dart  from   the    glorious   Sun. 

2,  Of  Right'oufnefs,  that   rifing    is  ; 

The  Day    doth    dawn    apace ; 
The    Songs    of  Praife   we   hear    a    Days 
Of  Chrift    and  his   free    Grace. 

3,  Are    Tokens   plain,  the    Lamb  once    flail* 

Is  haft'ning  to   his    Throne  ; 
The   Bride  doth  fay,  come,  hafte   away, 
My    dear   beloved  One. 

4.  The   Saints  rejoice,  the   Turtle's  Voice 

Is   heard  within   our    Land : 
The  Hundred    forty  four    Thoufand 
Shall  foon    with    Jefus   ftand. 

5.  And  they   mail  fing,    to  Chrift  their  Kingj 

Their  Songs  in   fuch    a   Strain, 
That  learn   can  none   but  thofe  alone 
Who  with   the  Lord  mail   reign. 

6.  Ye    taught  Ones   of  the   Lord,  fing  Praife 

To   th'    Lamb    the  Throne    upon ; 
'Tis   only  he    taught  you   and    me 
To    fing  the   Lamb's  new    Song. 

HYMN     CCXLVIII. 

Rock  fmttteti ;    or,  the  Rock  of  Ages,  Ifaia  xxvi,  4* 

I.     DOCK    of  Ages,  fhelter   me, 

JA*  Let  me   hide  myfelf  in  thee!  Let 


(  ^^4  ) 

Let    the  Water   and   the  Blood, 

From  thy   wounded   Side   which   flow'd, 

Be  of   Sin  the    double    Cure, 

Cleanfe  me  from  its   Guilt  and  Pow'r. 

2#  Not    the   Labour  of  my    Hands, 
Can  fulfil  thy  Law's    Demands; 
Could     my   Zeal    no  Refpite  know, 
Could    my   Tears    tor    ever    flow, 
All   for  Sin  could    uot   atone, 
Thou  muft  fave,    and  thou   alone. 

3.  Nothing  in   my    Hand   I   bring, 
Simply  to  thy   Crofs  I    cling  ; 
Naked   come  to   thee  for  Drefs, 
Helplefs   look   to   thee   for  Grace  ; 
Black*    I  to   the    Fountain  fly, 
Warn  me,    Saviour,    or    I  die  ! 

4.  While   I   draw   this    fleeting    Breath, 
When  my    Eye-Strings   break  in  Death, 
When    I    foar  to    Worlds   unknown, 
See  thee    on  thy  Judgment   Throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  fhelter  me, 

Let  me  hide  myfelf  in    thee. 

HYMN     CGXLIX. 

SALVATION,  oh,  the  joyful    Sound 
'Tis   Pleafure  to   our   Ear  1 
A   fov'reign   Balm    for   ev'ry   Wound, 
A   Cordial   for   our   Fear. 

Glory,   Honour,   Praife    and    Power, 

Be   unto  the    Lamb   for   ever ; 
Jefus  Chrift   is   our  Redeemer,  (Lord. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  praife  the 

Bury*d 


(  "5"  ) 

Bury'd  in  Sorrow,  and   in  Sin, 
At   Hell's   dark   Door   we  lay  ; 

But   we   arife   by   Grace   Divine 
To    fee    an    heav'nly   Day. 
Glory,  Honour,  &c. 

Salvation,  let  the  Echo  fly, 

The  ipacious  Earth  around ; 
While   all   the    Armies    of  the  Sky 

Confpire  to  raife  the  Sound. 
Glory,    Honour,  &c» 

HYMN     CCL. 

An    happy    Mo??ientt 

I,  (JAVIOUR,    I   do  feel   thy   Merit, 
)5  Sprinkled   with  redeeming    Blood  ; 
And   my  weary    troubled   Spirit 

Now   finds   reft    in    thee,  my  God  : 
2    am    fafe,   and   I    am  happy, 
While  in   thy   dear  Arms  I  lie  ; 
Sin   and  Satan  cannot  hurt   me, 
When    the   Saviour   is  fo   nigh. 

3.  Now  I'll    ling    of  Jefu's   Merit, 

Tell  the  World   of  his  dear  Name  ; 
That   if  any    want  his  Spirit, 

He  is   ftill  the  very  fame  : 
He  that  afketh,   foon  receiveth, 

He  that  feeks   is   fure   to   find  ; 
Come,  for   whofoe'er  believeth, 

He  will   never   caft  behind. 

3#  Now   our    Advocate    is    pleading 
With   his    Father,   and    our  God ; 
Now   for    us   he^s   interceeding, 

As   the   Purchafe  of  his  Blood  : 
Now   methinks  I    hear  him  praying, 

P  Father, 


(    7.Z6    ) 

Father,   fave   them,    I  have  dy'd  ; 
And   the    Father  anfwers,  laying, 
They   are   freely  juftify'd. 


1  S 


HYMN     CCLI. 

AVIOUR   of  Men,  we  blefs  thy  Name, 
For   thou   art  good  for    evermore ; 
Thy  Pow'r  and   Grace  we   would   proclaim, 
And   thine    eternal  Love   adore# 

3.  Thy  Glory    mall    for  ever  ftand, 

Thy   Truth   remains   both   firm    and  fure : 
Our   Souls  we  venture  in  thine   Hand, 
And    there    we    know  we   are  fecure. 

3#  Tho'    Troubles   come    and    Sorrows    rife, 
We   will   not  fear   for  God's  our  Aid  ; 
111   Tidings    cannot  thefe    furprize, 
Who  are   upon    Jehovah  itay'd. 

4.  Glory    to    Chrift    our   faithful    Friend  j 

(  He  is  the    Lord  whom    Angels  fear  ) 
On   him    we    always  would  depend, 
And    in  his    Right'oufnefs  appear. 

5.  We   love   the   Lord   our   God   moft  High, 

His  Grace  demands  our  nobleft  Song ; 
All  Praife  to    Chrift  who  came    to  die, 
To    him  all    Glory   doth  belong. 

HYMN     CCLII. 

j.    O  A  W  ye  not  the    Cloud   arife, 
O  Little    as   an  Human  Hand  ? 
Now  it  fpreads   along   the    Skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all   the   thirfty    Land, 
3Lo  the  Promife  of  a  Show'r 

Drops  already    from   above, 
But  the  Lord   mail   fhortly    pour 
All  the  Spirit  of  his   Love. 

3.  Sons 


(   2.27    ) 

3.  Sons   of  God  your   Saviour  praife, 

He   a   Door    hath   open'd  wide, 
He   hath    giv'n   the  Word    of  Grace 

Jefu's   Word    is   glorify'd  : 
Jefu's    mighty   to   redeem, 

He  alone  the    Work    hath  wrought, 
Worthy    is    the    Work    of  him, 

Who    all    Things   to    Beeing    brought. 

3.  When   he   firft   the   Work   begun 

Small  and    feeble  was    his    Day, 
Now  the   Word   doth   fwiftly   run, 

Now   it   fpreads   its    glorious    Way  ; 
More   and   more    it   mines    and  grows, 

Ever   mighty  to    prevail ; 
Sin's  ftrong    Holds   it    now  o'erthrows, 

Shakes  the  trembling   Gates  of  Hell. 

HYMN     CCLIil. 

For  a  fick    Per/on* 

1.  Q  EE,    gracious   Lord,  with   pitying  Eyes, 
O  Beneath     thy   Hand  a    Suff'rer   lies, 

Thy    Mercy,  not   thine   Anger  proves; 
And    fick  he   is    whom    Jefus  loves. 

2.  His   to  thine  own    Afflictions  join, 

Accept,  exalt,  end   count  them    thine ; 
Thy   Paffion   which   remains   fulfill, 
And   fuffer  in   thy   Members  ftill. 

3.  His   Sicknefs    feel,    endure  his  Pain, 

His   Burden  bear,  his   Crofs    fuftain  ; 
Grieve   in   his    Griefs,   and  figh  his  Sighs, 
And  breathe   his   Wrifhes   to    the  Skies. 

4-  Enter   his  Heart,  poflefs    him  whole, 
Inlpire    and  actuate   his  Soul  ; 
Himfelf  no   longer   let   it   be 
That  fuffers  or  that  lives  but  thee. 

P  2  5.  Thyfelf 


(  "8  ) 

c.     Thyfelf  through    Sufferings  perfect  made, 
Conform    him    thus   to    thee    his   Head ; 
Refine,    and  raife   his  Virtue    high'r ; 
When    try'd   and   purifj'd    by  Fire. 

6\     So   when  his    Eyes  behold   thee  near, 
And    thou    his    hidden    Life   appear ; 
Bright   in  thy  Likenefs   ihall    he   mine, 
And    glorious  All,  and  all    Divine. 

HYMN     CCLIV. 

Winter. 


•-s 


EE  how  rude  Winter's  Icy  Hand 
Has  flript  the  Trees,  and  fealM  the  Ground ; 
But  Spring  fhall  foon  his  Rage  withftand, 
And   fpread  new   Beauties  all   around* 

2.  My  Soul  a   fharper  Winter   mourns, 
Barren   and  lifelefs   I    remain, 
When    will    the    gentle  Spring   return, 
And  bid  my    Graces   grow   again  ? 

3#  Jefus,  my  glorious   Sun,    arife, 

'Tis  thine    the  frozen   Heart  to    move  ; 
Oh  !   hum  thefe    Storms,  and  clear  my  Skies, 
And   let   me  feel    thy  vital    Love. 

4.  Dear   Lord,    regard    my    feeble   Cry, 
'  I  faint  and  droop   'till  thou  appear ; 

Wilt    thou    permit  thy  Plant  to    die  ? 
Muft    it   be    Winter  all    the  Year  ? 

5.  Be   ftill,  my   Soul,  and   wait    his    Hour, 
With   humble   Pray'r,  and  patient   Faith, 
'Till  he  reveals    his   gracious    Pow'r, 
Repofe   on  what  his   Promife  faith. 

6.  He,  by   whofe   all    commanding   Words, 
Sesfons  their   changing  Courfe  maintain  ; 

In 


(    2-2.9     ) 

In   cv'ry  Change   a  Pledge  affords, 

That  none   ihall  feek   his   Face   in  vain. 

HYMN     CCLV. 

The   la  ft  Judgment ,  Rev.  xxi.  5 — 8. 

1.  OEE   where  the  great   incarnate   God 
vJ   Fills   a    Majeftick    Throne, 
While    from  the   Skies    his    awful    Voice 
Bears  the  laft  Judgment   down. 

[2.  "I    am  the   Firft,    and  I  the  Laft, 
c<  Through  endlefs    Years    the  fame  ; 
"I   AM    is   my    Memorial    ftill, 
"  And  my   eternal  Name. 

3.  « Such    Favours    as  a  God    can    give, 
€<  My    royal  Grace   beftows  ; 
"Ye    thirfty    Souls  come  tafte    the  Stream; 
"  Where    Life   and   Pleafure   flows] 

£4*  <e  The   Saint  that   triumphs   o'er  his  Sins, 
"  I'll   own    him   for    a    Son  ; 
«  The  whole   Creation    fliall    reward 
f<  The   Cotiquefts   he   has  won. 

5.  "  But    bloody    Hands,  and   Hearts  unclean, 

"And   all    the   lying   Race, 
"  The   faith!  efs    and    the   fcoffing  Crew 
"  That  fpurn  at  offer 'd    Grace. 

6.  «  They   fliall    be    taken   from   my     Sight, 

"  Bound   faft  in    Iron  Chains, 
«  And   headlong  plung'd  into    the    Lake 
«  Where    Fire   and   Darknefs    reigns.*'] 

7.  O  may  I      ftand   before   the  Lamb, 

When   Earth    and    Seas   are   fled  ! 
And   hear   the    Judge    pronounce  my   Name 
With   Blefling   on  my    Head  ! 

P  3  8.   May 


(   2-3°   ) 

8.  May  I  with  thofe   forever   dwell, 
Who  here  where   my  Delight, 
While   Sinners   banifh'd  down  to   Hell, 
No   more   offend    my  Sight. 

HYMN     CCLVT. 

Let   the  Wicked  for/ah  his  Way,  &c.  Ifai.  $S»  7» 

1.  OlNNERS,    the    Voice   of  God   regard; 
iJ  'Tis  Mercy    fpeaks  to    Day ; 

He    calls    you  by    his    fov'reign    Word, 
From    Sin's  deftrucftive    Way„ 

2.  Like   the  rough    Sea,  that  cannot  reft, 

You  live   devoid    of  Peace  ; 
A   thoufand    Stings  within  your    Breaft, 
Deprive  your    Souls  of  Eafe. 

3.  Your    Way  is    dark,    and  leads  to  Hell ; 

Why  will    you   perfevere  ? 
Can   you   in    endlefs   Torments    dwell, 
Shut  up   in    black    Defpair? 

4.  Why   will    you  in  the   crooked  Ways 

Of  Sin   and    Folly    go  ? 
In    Pain   you  travel    all  your   Days, 
To    reap    Immortal  Woe  ! 

5.  But   he  that  turns   to  God   fhall   live, 

Thro'    his    abounding    Grace  ; 

His   Mercy   will   the  Guilt   forgive 

Of  thofe    that  feek  his   Face. 

6.  Bow    to    the  Sceptre    of  his   Word, 

Renouncing    ev'ry    Sin  ; 
Submit   to   him    your    fov'reign    Lord, 
And  learn;  his  Will    Divine. 

7.  His   Love   exceeds  your  higheft   Thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like    a  God; 

He 


He   will  foi 
Thro'  a 

H 

1,  rtHALL 
O  Thy   S 

Or   undifma 
Be  a   true 

2.  Aw'd  by  al^ 

Conceal  th 
How   then  be 
To  ftand,  o 

3,  Shall   I,  to  fov 

Soften  thy  Tr^ 
To    gain    Earths 
The    Crofs   enc 

4,  What  then  is  he, 

Whofc    Wrath  or 
A  Man,    an  Heir   of 
To   Sin,  a   Bubble   o 

5.  Yea,  let  Man   rage  !  fine 

Thy  fhadowing  Wings    u 
Since 'in  all    Pain  thy    tendei 
Will   ftill  niy  fweet   Refrefhm 

6.  Saviour   of  Men !    thy   fearching    *,, 

Does    all   my  inmoft:   Thoughts  defc^ 
Doth  Ought   on  Earth  my  Wifhes   raife, 
Or    the    World's   Favour,  or   its  Praife  . 

7.  The  Love   of  Chrift    does    me  conftrain 

To  feek   the  wand'ring   Souls   of  Men; 
With    Cries,    Intreaties,    Tears,   to    fave, 
To   {hatch   them  from    the   gaping   Grave. 

8.  For   this    let    Men  revile   my    Name ; 

No   Crofs   I   fliun,  I  fear    no  Shame  : 

P  4  All 


ne  Pain! 
ftrain„ 

efent, 

be    fpent ; 

»rd! 

ne    adorM  ! 

od  of  Pow'r  ! 
Thunders  roar, 
be  : 

rough    thee. 

Oil. 

an  vain  and  Mor~ 

21. 

)f  Flefh  and  Blood, 
Jreator,   God  ! 
prefume   to  be 
or  Juft   than   he  ? 

>    Trufi:   in    none 
:s    round    his    Throne; 
when   compar'd  with  his, 
Holy,  Juft,  nor   Wife. 

xiuch   meaner    Things  are  they 
pring  from    Duft,  and  dwell  in  Clay! 
.ch'd    by    the    Finger    of  thy    Wrath, 
\fe   faint   and    vanifh  like    the    Moth. 

J'rom    Night  to    Day,   from  Day  to  Night, 
We    die   by    Thoufands  in   thy    Sight; 
Bury'd  in    Duft  whole    Nations  lie 
Like    a   forgotten   Vanity. 

Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow; 
How  frail   are   we!    how   glorious  thou! 
No   more   the   Sons    of  Earth   mall    dare 
With  an  eternal  God  Compare.  HYMN 


(  h?  ) 

HYMN     CCLIX. 

Christ  the  Wifdom  of  God,  Prov.  viii.  1^52 — 32. 

I.    Q  HALL    Wifdom    cry    aloud, 
lO  And  not   her  Speech    be  heard  I 
The  Voice   of  God's  eternal    Word, 
Deferves    it   no  Regard  ? 

ft.  *<  I  was    his    chief    Delight, 
"  His  everlafting   Son, 
«  Before    the   firft   of  all   his   Works, 
"  Creation,  was    begun. 

[3.    "  Before  the   flying    Clouds, 
<{  Before   the    folid    Land, 
« Before  the  Fields,  before    the    Flood, 
"  I    dwelt   at   his    Right   Hand. 

4.  "When    he    adorn'd    the    Skies, 

"  And    built  them,  I    was   there, 
"  To    order    when   the  Sun   fhould   rife, 
<e  And   marfhal    ev'ry    Star. 

5.  "  When    he    pour'd   out    the    Sea, 

"  And   fpread   the    flowing    Deep, 
<(  I   gave    the    Flood    a   firm    Decree 
"  In   its    own    Bounds  to    keep.] 

6.  <e  Upon  the    empty    Air 

"  The    Earth    was  balanc'd    well : 
<(  With   Joy  I   faw    the    Manfion   wher« 
"  The  Sons   of  Men   fhould  dwell. 

7»  "My  bufy   Thoughts    at   firft 
"  On    their   Salvation    ran, 
<e  E'er   Sin    was  born,   or    Adam's   Duft 
"Was    fafhion'd   to  a  Man. 

S.  "  Then   come,    receive  my    Grace, 
"  Ye   Children,  and   be   wife  ; 

P  S  «  Happy 


(    2-54) 


«  Happy  the   Man  that   keeps  my  Ways, 
«  The   Man   that   ihuns  them  dies." 

HYMN     CCLX. 

The  Brazen   Serpent:  or,    Looking   to    Jefus. 

1.  HO   did    the  Hebrew  Prophet  raife 
O  The  brazen   Serpent  high  ; 

The    Wounded   felt  immediate    Eafe, 
The   Camp    forbore  to   die. 

2.  <l  Look    upward    in  the   dying  Hour, 

<(  .And    live,"    the   Prophet   cries, 
But   Christ   performs  a  nobler    Cure, 
When  Faith  lifts  up   her    Eyes. 

3.  High   on  the   Crofs    the   Saviour   hung, 

High   in    the    Heav'ns    he    reigns ; 
Plere  Sinners,    by   th'  old   Serpent   Hung, 
Look  and  forget   their  Pains. 

4.  When   God's  own    Son   is    lifted   up, 

A   dying    World    revives ; 
The  Jew   beholds  the  glorious  Hope, 
Th*  expiiing  Gentile    lives. 

HYMN     GCLXI. 

Hol'inefs    and  Grace  . 

1.  Q  O  let   our   Lips  and   Lives  exprefs, 
3   The     holy  Goipel  we   profefs  ; 

So    let  our   Works    and    Virtues  mine, 
To  prove   the   Dodtrine   all   Divine, 

2.  Thus  fhall   we   beft   proclaim  abroad, 

The   Honours  of  our  Saviour  -God; 
When  the   Salvation    reigns    within, 
And   Grace  fubdues   the  Pow'r   of  Sin. 

3-  Our    Flefh   and  Senfe  muft  be    deny'd, 
Paffion  and   Envy,    Luft  and  Pride  ; 

Whilft 


(  *3*  ) 

Whilft  Juftice  Temp'rance,  Truth  and  Love, 
Our  inward   Piety   approve. 

4.  Religion    beats   our  Spirits   up, 

While   we  expect    that   blefied    Hope, 
The  bright    Appearance   of  the    Lord, 
And  Faith  ftands  leaning  on  his   Word. 

HYMN     CCLXII. 

Ths    Chrifiian    Warfare. 

I.    QTAND  up,  my  Soul,  make  of  thy  Fears, 
O    And    gird   the   Gofpel   Armour  on ; 
March    to  the   Gates  of  endlefs   Joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain,  Saviour's   gone. 

3.  Hell   and  thy  Sins   refill  thy   Courfe, 

But  Hell   and    Sins  are  vanquifh'd   Foes ; 
Thy  jefus   nail'd  'em   to    the    Crcfs, 
And  fung   the    Triumph   when  he    rcfe.J 

[3.  What  though  the   Prince  of  Darknefs  rage, 
And    wafte    the   Fury   of  his    Spite  5 
Eternal  Chains  confine    him    down 
To   fiery    Deeps,    and    endlefs   Night. 

4.  What   though   thy  inward    Lulls  rebel; 

>Tis   but  a  ftrugling    Gaip   for   Life ; 

The  Weapons    of  victorious   Grace 

Shall  flay  thy   Sins,  and    end    the   Strife.] 

5.  Then  let  my  Soul   march    boldly   on, 

Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  Gate, 
There  Peace  and  Joy  Eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  Robes  for  Conq'rors  wait. 

6t  There  fhall   I    wear   a  {tarry   Crown, 
And  Triumph  in   Almighty   Grace, 
While   all   the    Armies   of  the  Skies 
join  in   my  glorious  Leader's   Praife. 
J  fa  HYMN 


(   x36    ) 
HYMN     CCLXIII. 

To    the  Holy    Ghoft. 

i.    C  TAY,  thou  infulted   Spirit  flay  ; 

O    Tho'   I    have    done   thee   fuch    defpite : 
.Caft  not  a  Sinner   quite   away, 

Nor   take   thine   everlafting   Plight. 

a,  Tho*   I  have   moft   unfaithful  been 
Of  all,  whoe'er  thy   Grace    receiv'd, 
Ten    Thoufand    Times  thy    Goodnefs  feen, 
Ten  Thoufand  Times  thy  Goodnefs  griev'd. 

3,  But    O  !    the  chief  of  Sinners    fpare, 

In  Honour   of  my   great   High  Prieft ; 
Nor   in  thy  right'ous    Anger   fwear 

T*  exclude   me    from  my    People's  Reft. 

4.  If  yet  thou  canft  my   Sins  forgive, 

Ev'n    now  O    Lord,    relieve    my    Woes ; 
Me   to    thy    Reft  of  Love   receive, 
And  blefs   me    with    a  calm    Repofe. 

£.  Ev'n  now  my   weary  Soul   releafe, 

And  raife  me   by  thy  gracious    Hand; 
Guide    me   into   thy   per  fed:   Peace, 
And    bring  me    to    the  promis'd    Land. 

HYMN    CCLXIV. 

I.    OTILL   out  of  the    deepeft    Abbyfs 
O  Of  Trouble    I    mournfully    cry, 
And    pine    to   recover    my    Peace, 
To  fee  my   Redeemer,  and    die. 
I    cannot,     I    cannot  forbear 

Thefe   paffionate    Longings  for  Home  : 
O    when  will    my    Spirit   be    there  ? 
O   when   will   the   MefTenger   come  ? 

2.  Thy 


2.  Thy  Nature   1    long   to   put   on, 

Thine    Image    on    Earth   to   regain, 
And   then  in    the    Grave    to   lay   down 

My    Burden  of   Body    and    Pain  5 
O   Jesus   in    pity    draw    near, 

And   lull   me  to   fleep  on    thy  Breaft; 
Appear,    to   my    Refcue  appear, 

And    gather   me  into  thy   Reft. 

3.  To  take   a    poor   Fugitive   in, 

The  Arm   of  thy    Mercy   difplay, 
And   give   me   to   reft    from    all    Sin, 

And   bear  me  triumphant   away : 
Away   from    a    World    of  Diftrefs, 

Away   to  the   Manfions   above, 
The    Heaven   of    feeing   thy  Face, 

The   Heaven   of    feeling   thy    Love, 

HYMN     CCLXV. 

Chrijlian   Virtues ;   or,  The  Difficulty  of  Converfio?:, 

I*   OTRAIT  is  the  Way,  the    Door  is   flrait, 
O  That  leads    to    Joys  on  High  ; 
3Tis    but  a  few   that   find    the    Gate, 
While    Crouds    miftake   and    die. 

2.   Beloved   Self  muft  be    deny'd, 
The  Mind    and    Will    renew'd, 
Paflion    fupprefs'd    and    Patience    try'd, 
And  vain    Defires  fubdu'd. 

[3.  Flefh   is    a  dang'rous  Foe   to   Grace, 
Where  it   prevails   and    rules  ; 
Flefh    muft  be   humbled,    Pride    abas'd, 
Left  they  deftroy  our    Souls. 

4.  The    Love  of   Gold    be   banifh'd  hence, 

(That  vile   Idolatry) 
And  ev'ry    Member,  ev'ry  Senfe, 

Ih   fweet   Subjecftion  lye.  5,  The 


C  *38  ) 

5.  The    Tongue,    that   moft   unruly  Pow'r, 

Requires    a   ftrong    reftraint ; 
We    muft  be   watchful    evVy   Hour, 
And   pray,   but   never    faint.] 

6.  Lord  !    can   a  feeble,  helplefs   Worm 

Fulfill    a    Talk  fo   hard! 
Thy   Grace   muft   all   my   Works   perform, 
And    give    thee  free   Reward. 


HYMN     CCLXVI. 

The    divided    Heart    lame?ited, 

TRANGE    that  fo  much  of  Heav'n  and  Hell 
Should  in      one   Bofom    meet  ; 
Lord,  can   thy    Spirit  ever  dwell 
Where  Satan    has  a   Seat  J    - 


"S 


2»  Now   I  am   all  transform 'd   to   Love, 
And  could   expire   in    Praife; 
Then    foon   not    all   the   Joys    above 
One    chearful  Note    can   raife. 

3.  When  I  with  penfive    Thoughts   review 

The    Mazes    I    have   trod, 
Aftonifh/d   at   the    Grace    that   drew 
My   wandering    Soul  to  God, 

4.  Oh   with  what    ardent    Zeal  I   Vow 

A   rectitude   within  ! 
What    Indignation  fires    me  now, 
At   the   mear  Thoughts    of  Sin  ! 

5.  But  vain  Amufements,   hurrying  Cares, 

Trifles   of  Lofs  or   Gain, 
Or  carnal   Joys,  or  worldly   Fears, 
Seduce  my    Heart   again. 

6.  By  faithful   Hopes,  and  golden  Dreams, 

I'm    nurtur'd   or  bctray,d, 

Still 


(  2-39  ) 

Still  tofs'd  between   the   two    Extremes^ 
Too   vain,    or   too    difmay'd. 

7f  Decide  the  dubious  awful  Cafe, 
By   fome  afluring    Sign  ; 
And   oh   may    thy  all  conqu'ring  Grace 
Declare  that  I    am    thine  ! 

HYMN     CCLXVII. 

A  Pfahn  for    the    Lord's   Day. 

If  QWEET   is  the  Work,  my  God  my  King, 
i^  To  praife  thy  Name,  give  Thanks  andfingr 
To  {hew   thy    Love   by   morning    Light. 
And   talk  of  all   thy  Truth    at   Night. 

2.  Sweet  is   the    Day  of  facred   Reft, 

No    mortal    Cares  mall   feize   my    Breaft ; 
O    may   my    Heart   in   Tune   be  found 
Like   David's    Harp   of  folemn  Sound  S  ^ 

3.  My    Heart  (hall  triumph   in  my   Lord, 
And  blefs    his  Works,  and   blefs    his  Word ; 
Thy  Works  of  Grace,  how  bright  they  mine  ! 
How    deep    thy    Counfels !  how    Divine  ! 

4.  Fools  never   raife    their  Thoughts  fo  high; 
Like    Brutes  they    live,  like  Brutes  they  die  ; 
Like   Grafs    they    flourifh,   till    thy   Breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlaftincr    Death. 

5.  But    I    fhall  mare   a  glorious   Part 
When   Grace  hath   well      refm'd  my  Heart, 
And  frefh  Supplies  of  Joy    are  jfhed 

Like  holy    Oil   to    chear    my    Head. 

6.  Sin   (my  worfr   Enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my   Eyes   and  Ears   no    more  ; 

My 


(  2-4°  ) 

My  inward    Foes  fhall    all    be    (lain, 
Nor  Satan   break   my   Peace    again # 

7.  Then  fliall  I  fee,  and    hear,  and   know 
All   I   defir'd   or    wifh'd  below  ; 
And    ev'ry   Pow'r  find  fweet    Employ 
In   that   eternal  World  of  Joy. 

HYMN     CCLXVIII. 

<the    Vanity    of  Men    as   Mortal, 

1.  /  I  ^  EACH  me  the  Meafure  of  my  Days, 

Thou    Maker   of  my    Frame ; 
I  would    Survey    Life's  narrow    Space, 
And  learn   how   frail  I    am. 

2.  A    Span   is   all   that   we   can  boaft, 

An   Inch  or   two    of  Time ; 
Man  is    but    Vanity   and    Duft 
In   all   his    Flow'r    and    Prime* 

3.  See   the   vain   Race   of  Mortals    move 

Like    Shadows  o'er   the    Plain, 
They   Rage   and    Strive,  Deiire    and    Love, 
But  all   the  Noife   is   vain. 

4.  Some  walk  in   Honour's   gaudy   fhow, 

Some   dig  for   golden    Ore, 
They  toil  for    Heirs   they    know    not   who, 
And  itrait   are   feen    no    more. 

5.  What  ihould  I    wifh   or   wait    for  then 

From  Creatures    Earth    and  Duft  ? 
They    make   our  Expectations  vain, 
And   difappoint    our   Truft. 

6.  Now    I  forbid  my   carnal   Hope, 

My  fond  Defires  recall ; 

I  give 


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My  fond  Defires  recall  ; 
I  give  my   mortal  Int'reft  up. 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

H    Y    M    N    CCLXIX. 

The  Everlafling  Abfence  of  God  intolerablt* 

t.  /"  |  ^  HAT  awful  Day   will  furely  come, 
J^      Th'  appointed  Hour  makes  hade, 
When  I  muft  Hand  before  my  Judge, 
And   pafs   the  folemn  Teft. 

2 .  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  Joys, 
Thou  Sov'reign   of  my   Heart, 
How  could  I  bear   to  hear   thy  Voice 
Pronounce  the    Sound,  Depart  ? 

[3.  The  Thunder   of  that  difmal  Word 
Would  fo  torment   my  Ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  Soul    af  under,  Lord, 
With  moll   Tormenting   Fear.] 

[4.  What,  to  be  baniftVd  from  my  Life, 
And   yet  forbid  to    die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal   Pain, 
Yet   Death   for  ever  fly  ?  ] 

5.  O  wretched  State  of  deep  Defpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And   fix  my  doleful  Station  where 
I  mull  not  tafte  his   Love. 

6.  Jefus,    I  throw  my  Arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy   Bread  ; 
Without  a  gracious  Smile   from  Thee, 

My  Spirit   cannot   reft. 

7.  O  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless   Name 

Is  graven  on  thy  Hands, 

O  Shew 


/ 


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Shew  me  fome  Promife  in  thy  Beck 
Where  my  Salvation   ftands  ! 

[8.  Give   me  one  kind  alluring  Word 
To  fink    my   Fears  again  ; 
And   chearfully  my  Soul  ihall   wait 
Her   Threefcore  Years  and  Ten.  ] 

H   Y   M   K     CCLXX. 

The  Believer's  Safety. 

1.  rT^  HAT   Man  no  Guard  or  Weapon  needs, 

X     Whofe   Heart  the  Blood  of  Jeius  knows j 
But   fafe  may  pals  ,  if  Duty  leads, 

Thro'   binning  Sands  or  Mountain  Snows; 

2.  Releas'd  from  Guilt  he  feels  no    Fear, 

Redemption   is  his  Shield   and  Tow'r  » 
He   fees   his  Saviour  always  near 
To  help  iu  ev'ry  trying   Hour, 

3.  Tho'    I  am  weak,  and  Satan  llrong, 

And  often    to  Aflault  me  tries  ; 
When   Jefus  is  my  Shield    and   Song, 
Abafli'd  the   Wolf  before  me  flieSi. 

4.  His  Love  pollening,  I  am  bleft, 

Secure   whatever   Change  may  come  ; 
Whither   I  go  to   Eaft  or  Welt, 

With   him   I  ftill  ihall  be  at    Home. 

5.  If  plac'd  beneath  the  Northern  Pole, 

Tho'  Winter  reigns  with  Vigor  thrre  ; 
His    gracious  Beams  would  cheer  my  Soul, 
And  make  a  Spring  throughout  the  Year. 

().  Or    if  the   Defart's   Sun-burnt  Soil, 

My    lonely   Dwelling   e'er  mould  prove, 
His   Prefence  would   Support   my  Toil, 

Whole    fmile  is   Life,  whofe    Voice  is  Love. 

HYMN 


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HYMN        CCLXXI. 

Noah  frefdrvcd    in   the  Ark,  and     Believers   in 
Christ,   i  Pet.  iii,  20.  21. 

1.   np HE  Deluge,  at  th'    Almighty's    Call, 
A     In  what  impetuous   Streams  it  fell  ! 
Swallow 'd  the  Mountains   in  its  Rage, 
And  fwept   a  guilty  World  to  Hell. 

2    In   vain    the  talleft  Sons  of  Pride, 

Fled  from  the    clofe    purfuing  Wave  ; 
Nor  could  the   mightreil  Tow'rs    defend, 
Nor  Swiftnefs  'icape,  nor  Courage  fave, 

3.  How   dire  the  Wreck  !  how  loud  the  Roar! 

How  fhrill  the  Univerfal!  Cry 
Of  Millions  in  the  laft  Defpair, 
Re-echo 'd  from   the  lowering   Sky  ! 

4.  Yet  Noah,  humble    happy   Saint. 

Surrounded  with  the  Chofen  Few, 
Sat  in  his  Ark,  fecure  from  Fear, 
And  fang  the  Grace  that  fteer'd  him  thro'. 

j.  So  I   may  fing,  in  Jesus   fafe, 

While    Storms  of  Vengeance  round  me    fall, 
Confcious   how  high  my  Hopes   are  fix'd, 
Beyond  what  makes  this  earthly  Ball. 

ft.  Enter   thine  Ark,  while    Patience  waits, 
Nor   e^ver   quit  that   fare  Retreat  : 
Then   the  wide  Flood,  which  buries    Earth, 
Shall  waft  thee  to  a    fairer  Seat. 

7.  Nor   Wreck  nor  Ruin  there  is  feen  ; 
There  not  a  Wave   of  Trouble   rolls  ; 
But  the   bright  Rainbow  round  the  Throne 
Seals   endlefs   Life  to  all  their  Souls. 

O  2  HYMN 


C    244    ) 
HYMN        CCLXXII. 

The  Foujitam   of  Chrljl,    Zech.  xiii,  I. 

I.  r-p  H  E   Fountain    of  Chrift 

A     Affift   me  to   ling, 
The   Blood   of  our   Prieft, 

Our   crucify' d   King  ; 
Which    perfectly  cleanfes 

From  Sin,  and  from    Filth ; 
And  richly    difpenfes 

Salvation  and  Health. 

2.  This    Fountain   fo  dear 
He'll  freely  impart  ; 

Unlock'd  by  the  Spear, 
It   gufh'd   from  his  Heart, 

With    Blood,  and   with  Water, 
The  firft  to  atone, 

To  cleanfe  us    the  Latter, 
The  Fountain's   but  One. 

3.  This  Fountain  is  fuch 

(  As  Thoufands  can  tell  ) 
The  Moment   we  touch 

It's  Streams,  we  are  well. 
All  Waters  befide  them 

Are   full  of  the  Curfe  ; 
For   all   that  have    try'd  them 

Swell,  rot,  and  grow   worfe. 

4.  This  Fountain,  fick  Soul, 
Recovers  thee  quite  ; 

Bathe  here,  and  be  whole  ; 

Wafh   here    and  be  white  ; 
Whatever  Difeafes 

Or  Dangers  befal, 
The  Fountain  of  Jefus 

Will  rid  thee  of  all. 


5.  This 


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£.  This  Fountain  from   Guilt 

Not   only    makes   pure, 
And   gives,  foon  as  felt, 

Infallible     Cure  ; 
But   if  Guilt  removed, 

Return   and  remain, 
Its  Pow'r  may  be   proved 

Again,  and  again. 

6.  This   Fountain   unfeal'd, 
Stands    open    for    all, 

That  long  to  be  heal'd, 
The  Great  and  the  Small  ; 

Here's   Strength  for  the  Weakly, 
That  hither   are  led  : 

Here's   Health   for  the    Sickly  ; 
Here's  Life  for  the  Dead. 

7.  This   Fountain  tho'   rich, 
From  Charge  is  quite  clear  ; 

The  poorer  the  Wretch 

The   welcomer  here  ; 
Come   Needy,  come   Guilty, 

Come   loathfome  and   bare  ; 
You   can't   come  too  Filthy, 

Come  juft   as  you  are. 

8.  This  Fountain  in  vain 
Has    never  been  try'd, 

It   takes  out  all    Stain 

Whenever    apply 'd  ; 
The  Water  flows  fweetly 

With  Virtue    Divine, 
To    cleanfe  Souls   completely, 

Tho'   Leprous   as  mine. 


Q3 


HYMN. 


C    *16    ) 
HYMN  CCLXXIII, 

Christ's  Kingdom  and  Majefty. 

1.  ^X^HE    God   Jehovah  reigns, 

A     Let  all   the   Nations   fear ; 
Let    Sinners  tremble  at   his   Throne, 
And  Saints  be  humble  there. 

2.  Jesus  the   Saviour  reigns, 

€     Let  Earth   adore  its   Lord  ; 
Bright  Cherubs  his  Attendants  Hand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  Word. 

3.  In  Zion  is  his  Throne, 
His  Honours  are  Divine  ; 

His  Church  mall   make  his  Wonders'  known. 
For  there  his  Glories  mine. 

4.  How  holy  is^iis  Name  ! 
How  terrible    his  Praife  ! 

J,uitice  and  Truth  and  Judgment  join, 
In  all  Ins  Works   of  Grace. 

H   Y  M    N     CCLXXIV. 

Tbs  Reflection  of  a  baptized  Believer-^He   went  on  bh 
Way  rejoicing,    Acls   viii.  39. 

1.  r  1  ^HE  holy  Eunuch,  when  baptiz'd, 

Went  on  his  Way  with  Joy  : 
And  who  can  tell  what  rapturous  Thoughts, 
Did  then  his  Mind  employ  .? 

2.  "Is  that  mod  glorious  Saviour  mine 

"Of  whom  I  lately  read  ? 
i{  Who  bearing  all  my  Sins  and  Griefs, 
"  Was  number'd  with  the  Dead  ?"- 

3.  "Is  he  who  burfting  from  the  Grave  , 

"Now  reigns  above  the  Sky 

"lUy 


C     247     ) 

"My  Advocate  before  the  Throne, 
"  My  Portion  when  I  die  ? 

4.  "Have  I  profefs'd  his  holy  Name? 

"  Do  I  his  Gofpel  bear 
"  To  Ethiopia's  fcorched  Lands, 
"And  mail  I  fpread  it  there  ? 

5.  "  Blefs'd  Pool  !   in  which  I  lately  lay, 

"  And  left  my  Fears  behind  ; 
li  What  an  unworthy  Wretch  am  I  ! 
"  And  God  profufely  kind  ! 

6.  "Blefs'd  Emblen  of  that  precious   Blood 

"  Which  fatisfy'd  for  Sin  ; 
"And  of  that  renovating   Grace, 

<c  Which   makes  the  Confcience  clean/4 

7.  This  Pattern,  Lord,  with  facred  joy 

Help   us  to  keep  in  View  ; 
The  fame  our  Work,  the  fame,  O  make 
Our  Confolation  too. 

HYMN       CCLXXV. 

It   is  finijhedy    John  10,  30. 

I.  «  *^T^IS  fmifh'd,"  the  Redeemer  faid, 

j[    And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  Head, 
Whilft  we   this  Sentence  fcan, 
Come,   Sinners,  and   obferve  the  Word. 
Behold  the  Conquefts  of  the  Lord, 
Compleat  for  helplels  Man. 

2.  Finifh'd  the  Pdghteoufnefs  of  Grace, 
Finifh'd  for  Sinners  pard'ning  Peace  j 

Their  mighty  Debt  is   paid  : 
Accufmg  Law    cancell'd  by   Blood, 
And   Wrath  of  an  offended   God 
In  fsveet  Oblivion  laid. 

Q,  4  3-  Who 


C     248    ) 

3.  Who   now  fhall  urge  a  fecond  Claim  ? 
The   Law  no  longer  can  condemn, 

Faith  a  Releafe  can  fhew : 
Jufhce  itfelf  a  Friend  appears, 
The   Prifon  Houfe  a  whiiper  hears, 

"Loofe  him,  and  let  him  go.'' 

4.  O  Unbelief,  injurious  Bar  ! 
Source  of  tormenting,  fruitlefs  Fear, 

Why  deft  thou  yet  reply  ? 
Where'er  thy  loud  Objections  fall, 

"  Tis  finifh'd"  ftill  may  anfwer  all, 
And  filence  ev'ry  Cry. 

5t  His  Toil  divinely  finifh'd  ftands, 

But  ah  !  the  Praife  his  Work  demands, 

Careful  may  we  attend  ! 
Conclufion  to  our   Souls  be  this, 
Uecaufe  Salvation  finifh'd  is, 
Our  Thanks  fhall  never  End, 

HYMN       CCLXXVI. 

Who  hath  defplfedthe Day  of  fmallThings  P  Zech.iv,  10. 

1 .    T"*  HE  Lord  that  made  both  Heav'n  and  Earth, 
1       And   was  himfelf  made  Man, 
Lay  in  the  Womb  before  his  Birth, 
Contracted  to  a  Span  : 

c.  Matur'd  by  Time  'till  forth  he  came, 
A  Babe  like  others  feen  ; 
As  fmall  in  Size,  and  weak  of  Frame, 
As  Babes  have  always  been. 

3.  From  thence  he  grew  an  Infant  mild, 
By  fair  and  due  Degrees  ; 
And  then  became  a  bigger  Child, 
And  fat  on  Mary's  Knees. 

4.  At 


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4.  At  firft  held  up  for  want  of  Strength, 

In  Time  alone  he  ran  ; 
Then  grew  a  Boy  ;  a  Lad  at  Length 
A  Youth  ;  at  laft  a  Man. 

5.  Behold  from  what  beginnings  fmall  ! 
•  Our  great  Salvation  rofe  ! 

The  Strength  of  God  is  own'd  by  all; 
But  who  his  Weaknefs  knows  ? 

6.  Thus  Souls  that  would  to  Heav'n  attain, 

Muft  Jacob's  Ladder  climb  ; 
And  Step  by  Step  the  Summit   gain, 
In  Meafure  and  in  Time. 

7.  Let  not  the  Strong  the  Weak  defpife  ; 

Their  Faith,  tho  lmall,  is  true  ; 
Tho'  low  they  feem  in  others  Eyes  ; 
Their  Sav'our   feem'd  (o  too. 

S.  Nor  meanly  of  the  Tempted  think  ; 
For,  oh  what  Tongue  can  tell, 
How  low  the  Lord  of  Life  muft  fink, 
Before  he  vanquifh'd  Hell  ! 

o.  The  leaft  Believer  is  a  Saint, 
And  if  our  Growth  be  flow, 
We  mould  not  therefore  tire  and  faint, 
Since  Chrift  himfelf  could  grow. 

10.  As  in  the  Days  of  Flefh  he  grew, 

In  knowledge,  Stature,   Grace, 
So  in  the  Soul  that's  born  anew, 
He  keeps  a  gradual  Pace. 

1 1 .  No  lefs  Almighty  at  his  Birth, 

Than  on  his   Throne  Supreme  : 
His  Shoulders  held  up   Heav'n  and  Earth, 
When  Mary  held  up  him. 

O     s  HYMN 


C    270    ) 

H   Y   M   K      CCLXXVII. 

The    lajl  Judgment  :  or,  The  Saints  rewarded. 

1.  rT"*HE   Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  Throne 

JL     Bids  the  whole  Earth  draw  nigh  j 
The    Nations  near   the   riling  Sun, 
And   near  the  Weftern    Sky. 

2.  No  more  mall  bold    Blafphemers  fay, 

"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No    more  abufe   his  long  Delay, 
To  Impudence  and  Sin. 

3.  Thron'd    on  a  Cloud  our  God  mail  come, 

Bright   Flames   prepare  his  Way  ; 
Thunder  and   Darknefs,  Fire   and 'Storm 
Lead    on   the  dreadful   Day. 

4.  Heav'n  from   above  his  Call  mall  hear, 

Attending   Angels  come, 
And  Earth  and  Hell   fhall  know  and   fear, 
His  Juftice    and  their  Doom. 

5.  <e  But  gather  all  my  Saints,"   (he  cries,) 

"  That  made  their  Peace  with  God 
u  By  the  Redeemer's    Sacrifice, 
"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  Blood. 

6.  "  Their  Faith  and  Works  brought  forth  to  Light, 

'■<  Shall  make  the  World  confefs 

(i  My   Sentence  of  Reward  is  right, 

"  And  Heav'n  adore  my  Grace." 

HYMN     CCLXXVIII, 

Ang:'.s   minifiring  to    Christ  and  Saints. 

1.  /HpHE    Majefty  of  Solomon  ! 
J^      How    gloiious  to  behold  ! 
The  Servants  waiting  round  his  Throne, 
The  Iv'ry  and  the  Gold! 

2.  But 


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2.  But  mighty  God  !  thy  Palace  mines 
With  far  fuperior   Beams  ; 
Thine   Angel  Guards  are  fwift  as  Winds, 
Thy  Minifters  are  Flames. 

[3.  Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 
His  Ent'rance   on  the   Earth, 
A  mining  Army  downward  fled, 
To  clebrate  his   Birth. 

4.  And,  when  oppreft  with  Pains  and  Fears, 

On  the  cold    Ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly   Form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  Agonies.] 

5.  Now  to  the  Hands  of  Chrift  our  King, 

Are  all   their  Legions  giv'n; 
They   wait    upon  his   Saints   and  bring,  ] 
His   chofen  Heirs  to   Heav'n. 

6.  Pieafure  and  Praife  run  thro'   their  Hoft 

To   fee  a   Sinner  turn  ; 
Then  Satan   has  a  Captive  loft, 
And  Chrift   a  Subject  born. 

7.  But  there's  an  Hour  of  brighter  Joy, 

When  he   his   Angels  fends, 
Obftinate  Rebels  to    deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  Friends. 

8.  O  !  could   I   fay,  without  a  Doubt, 

There    mall   my    Soul  be  found, 
Then  let  the  great   Arch- Angel  mout, 
And    the  lalt  Trumpet   found. 

H   Y    M   N        CCLXXIX. 

Our   Lord  Jesus  at   kis    own  Table. 

[i.  *  I  VHE  Mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
JL     Awakes  a  thankful   Tongue  j 


How 


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How  rich  he  fpreads  his  Royal  Board, 
And  blefs'd  the  Food,  and  funo-. 

2.  Happy   the  Men  that  eat  this  Bread, 

But  doubly-blefs'd  was  he 
That   gently   bow'd  his  loving  Head, 
And  lean'd   it,  Lord  on  Thee. 

3.  By  Faith  the  fame  Delights  we  tafte 

As  that   great    Fav'rite  did, 
And  fit    and  lean  on  Jefus'  Breaft ; 
And  take   the  heav'nly  Bread,  j 

4.  Down  from  the  Palace  of  the  Skies 

Hither  the  King  defcends, 
"  Come,  my  Beloved  eat  (he  cries) 
"  And   drink  Salvation,  Friends. 

[£.  "  My  Fleih  is  Food  and  Phyfick  too, 
"  A    Balm  for  all  your   Pains  j 
(t  And  the  red  Streams  of  Pardon  flow 
"  From  thefe  my  pierced  Veins."} 

6.  Hofanna   to  his   bounteous  Love 
For   fuch  a  Feaft  below  ! 
And  yet    he  feeds  his  Saints  above 
With  nobler    Bleffings    too. 

[7.  Come  the  dear  Day,   the  glorious  Hour, 
That   brings  our  Souls  to  reft  ! 
Then    we  fhall  need   thefe  Types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly   Feaft.] 

H   Y   M   N      CCLXXX. 

*  Perfevcrance. 

1.   '"r^HE   Sinner  that  by  precious  Faith, 
JL     Has  felt  his   Sins  forgiv'n. 
Is,  from  that  Moment,  pafs'd  from  Death, 
And  feal'd  an  Heir   of  Heav'n. 

2.  Tho5 


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2 .  Tho'  thoufimd  Snares  enclofe  his  Feet, 

Not   one  fhall   hold  him  fall ; 
Whatever    Dangers   he   may  meet, 
He  fhall  get  fafe  at  laft. 

3.  Not  as   the  World  the  Saviour  given, 

He  is  no  fickle   Friend, 
Whom  once  he  Loves,  he  never  leaves  ; 
But  loves  him  to  the  End. 

4.  The  Spirit  that  would    this   Truth   withftand, 

Would    pull  God's    Temple  down, 
Wrelt  Jefu's  Sceptre  from  his  Hand, 
And  fpoil   him  of  his  Crown. 

5.  Satan  might  then  full  Vict'ry  boaft 

The  Church  might  wholly    fall  ; 
If  one    Believer  may   be  loft, 
It  follows,  fo   may  all. 

6.  But   Chrifl  in  ev'ry   Age  has  prov'd 

His   Purchafe   firm  and  true, 
If  this  Foundation  be  remov'd, 
What  fhall  the  Righteous  do  ? 

7.  Brethren  by  this    your  Claim  abide, 

This  Title   to  your  Blifs  ; 
Whatever  Lofs   you  bear  befide, 
Oh,  never  give  up  this. 

H   Y   M   N      CCLXXXL 

Tribulation. 

1.  '  I  'HE  Souls  that  would  to  Jefus  prefs, 

-*-     Muft  fix  this  finn  and  fare  ; 
That    Tribulation,    more  or  lefs, 
They   muft  and  fhall   endure. 

2.  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt ; 

'Tis  God's  own  wife  Decree, 

Satan 


C    2vA     )       • 

Satan  the  weakeft   Saint  will  tempt, 
Nor  is   the  ftrongeft  free. 

3.  The  World  oppofes  from  without, 

And  Unbelief  within  ; 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt) 
And  feel  the  Load  of  Sin. 

4.  Glad   Frames  too  often  lift  tis  up  ; 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow  i 
'Till  fad   Defertion  makes  us   droop  ; 
And   down  we  link  as  low. 

5.  Ten  Thoufand  Baits  the  Foes  prepares 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  Heart  ; 
And  feldom    do  we  fee  the  Snares,  , 
Before  we   feel    the    Smart. 

6.  But  let  not  all  this  terrify, 

Purfue   the  narrow  Path ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with   fledfafi  Eye 
And  fight  with  Hell  by  Faith. 

7.  Tho'  we  are  feeble,  Chrift  is  flrong, 

His  Promifes    are  true, 
We  mail   be  Conqu'rors  all  ere  long, 
And  more  than  Conqu'rors  too. 

H    Y    M    N      CCLXXXII. 

1.  HHHE    one  thing  needful,  that  good  Part. 

X     Which  Mary  chofe  with  all  her  Heart* 
I  would  purfue  with  Heart  and  Mind, 
And  feek  un weary5  d  till  I  find. 

2.  Eat,  oh!  I'm  blind  and  Ignorant, 

The  Spirit    of  the  Lord  I  want  ; 
To  guide  me  in  the  narrow  Road, 
That  leads  to   Happinefs  and  God. 

3.  O   Lord,  my  God    to  Thee  I  prav, 

Teach 


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Teach  me  to  know,  and  find   the  Way 
How   I  may  have  my  Sins  forgiv'n, 
And  fafe,  and  furely  get   to  Keav'n. 

4.  My  Mind  enlighten  with  thy  Light, 

That  I  may  underfland  aright 
The  glorious   Gofpel  Myftery, 
Winch  mews  the  Way  to  Heav'n  and    Thee. 

5.  Hidden    in  Chrift  the  Treafure  lies, 

That   goodly   Pearl   of  fo  great  Price  ; 
No    other  Way   but  Chrift,  there  is 
To   endlefs    Happinefs  and  JBlils. 

6.  O  Jems  Chrift,  my  Lord  and  God, 

Who   hall  redeem 'd  me  by  thy  Blood; 
Unite  my   Heart  fo  faft  to  Thee, 
That   we  may  never  parted  be. 

•        H   Y   M   $1      CCLXXXIII. 

1.  f  jj  M-1E  Saints  appear  to  tread  the  Comts 

JL      Of  their  dear  God  below; 
Behold  the  Multitude  reforts 
To  hear  the  Trumpet  blow. 

2.  Lord  God  appear  for  our  Relief, 

What  can  we  do  alone  ? 
Come   Saviour,  banilh    Unbelief 
And  take  us  for  thine  own. 

3.  Our  Eyes  O  Lord,  are  unto  thee, 

Ah'ift  us,  Lord,  we  pray  ; 
O  may  thy  Spirit  Prefent  be  ! 
O  Lord,  thy  Power  difplay. 

4.  Jefus,   let  us  thy  Gofpel  hear, 

Teach  us  to  know  thy  Voice  ; 
Make  ev'ry  ftubborn  Sinner  fear, 
And   all  thy   Saints  rejoice. 

5.  Come 


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5.  Come   Lord,  nor  let  us  be  difmay'd  5 
Lord,  hear  thy  People  pray  ; 
And  let  thy  Mercy  be  difplay'd 
Amongft  us   here  this  Day. 

4>.  May  Sinners  hear  thy  pow'rful  Call 
And  thy  Salvation  fee  ; 
So  mall  our  Hearts,  both  One  and  All, 
Sing  Songs  of  Praife  to  thee. 

H   Y   M   N       CCLXXXIV. 

i.   'T^-TE  Sun  of  Righteoufhefs  appears, 
JL     To  fet  in   Blood  no  more  ! 
Adore  the  fcatt'rer  ot  your  Fears, 
Your  riflng  Sun  adore. 

2.  The    Saints,  when  he  refign'd  his  Breath, 

Unclos'd  their  fleeping  Eyes  ;, 

He  breaks  again  the  Bands  of  Death, 

Agam  the   Dead  arife. 

3.  Alone  the   dreadful  Race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  Wine-Prefs  trod  ; 
He   dy'd,  and  fuffer'd  as  a  Man, 
He   rifes  as  a  God. 

4.  In  vain  the  Stone,  the  Watch,  the  Seal, 

Forbid  an  early  Rile, 

To  him  who  breaks  the  Gates  of  Hell, 

And  opens     Paradife. 

HYMN     CCLXXXV. 

Frail  Life  a?id fucceeding  Eternity. 

1.    HP* HEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name  ! 
JL     And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  Frame, 
What  dying  Worms  are  we  ! 

•  [2.  Out 


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[2t  Our   wafting    Lives    grow    fhorter   ftill, 
As    Months    and  Days  increafe  ; 
And   ev'ry    beating    Pulfe    we    tell, 
Leaves   but    the   Number    lefs. 

3,  The  Year   rolls   round,    and   fteals    away 

The   Breath  that    it    firft   gave  ; 

Whate'er    we   do,    whate'er   we   be, 

We're   trav'ling   to   the    Grave.] 

4,  Dangers  ftand   thick   thro'    all   the   Ground, 

To    pufh    us   to    the    Tomb  ; 
And   fierce    Difeufes  wait   around, 
To    hurry    Mortals   home. 

$.  Good  God  !   on    what   a  flender   Thread 
Hang    everlafting  Things  1 
Th'  eternal    States  of  all    the   Dead 
Upon  Life's  feeble  Strings. 

6.  Infinite    Joy,    or  wretched    Woe, 

Attends    on    ev'ry    Breath  j 
And   yet   how  unconcem'd  we  go 
Upon   the   Brink    of   Death  ! 

7,  Waken,   O    Lord,    our   drowfy    Senfe, 

To   walk  this    dang'rous   Road  ; 
And   if  our  Souls    are    hurry'd  hence, 
May   they  be    found   with  God. 


i.  'TT^ 


HYMN     CCLXXXVI. 

Death   and   hnmediate    Glory, 
HERE   is  a  Houfe  not  made  with  Hands 


Eternal,    and  on   High, 
And   here   my    Spirit   waiting   ftands, 
'Till    God    fhall    bid    it   fly. 

2,  Shortly   this  Prifon  of  my   Clay 
Muft  be  diffclv'd    and   fall; 

R  Then, 


(  15-8  ) 

Then,    O    my   Soul,  with  Joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly   Father's  Call. 

g,  'Tis    he,  by  his   Almighty   Grace, 
That    forms  thee    fit  for    Heav'n  ? 
And    as    an   Earned  of  the    Place, 
Has   his  own   Spirit   giv'n. 

4.  We   walk   by   Faith  of  Joys  to   come ; 

Faith    lives    upon   his    Word  ; 
But    while    the   Body   is    our   Home, 
We're    abfent  from   the  Lord. 

5.  'Tis   pleafant    to  believe    thy   Grace, 

But  we    had    rather   fee ; 
We  would    be   abfent   from    the    Flefh, 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with    thee.* 

HYMN    CCLXXXVIL 

The  Martyrs   Glorified,  Rev.  vii.  13,  &c. 

I.HPHESE  glorious  Minds  how  bright  they  mine! 
Whence  all    their  white  Array? 
How   came  they  to  the   happy    Seats 
Of   Everlafting    Day  \ 

2.  From.tort'ring  Pains    to    endlefs  Joys, 

On   fiery.  Wheels   they    rode, 
And   ltrangely  wafh'd   their  Raiments  white 
In    Jefus   dying    Blood. 

3.  Now  they  approach    a  fpotlefs    God, 

And  bow  before    his     Throne ; 
Their   warbling   Harps   and  facred    Songs 
Adore  the    Holy'    One. 

4.  The    unveil'd    Glories  of  his  Face 

Amongft  his    Saints  refide, 
While    the    rich    Treafure  of  his   Grace 
Sees  all  their  Wants    fupply'd, 

5.  Tor- 


(  2-5-9  ) 

§.  Tormenting  Thirft   fliall  leave  their  Souls, 
And    Hunger   flee   as   fair ; 
The   Fruit   of  Life's    immortal  Tree 
Shall   be  their   fweet  Pvepaft. 

6.  The   Lamb  fhall   lead   his    heav'nly   Flock 
Where  living   Fountains   rife, 
And   Love   Divine   fhall    wipe   away 
The   Sorrows    of  their    Eyes. 

HYMN    CCLXXXVIII. 

Saints  dwell  in   Heaven,  or    Christ's    Afcenfion* 

I.  'T'HIS  fpacious    Earth    is    all  the    Lord's, 
*    And    Men   and    Worms,  and    Beafts  and 
He  rais'd  the  Buildings  on  the  Seas,       [Birds; 
And  gave   it   for   their    Dwelling  Place. 

2«  But   there's   a    brighter    World    on  high, 
Thy   Palace,    Lord,    above    the    Sky, 
Who  fhall    afcend    that   bleft   Abode  \ 
And    dwell    fo    near    his    Maker   God  ? 

3,  He   that   abhors    and    fears    to   Sin, 

Whofe  Heart  is  pure,  whofe  Hands  are  clean, 
Him    fhall    the    Lord   the    Saviour   blefs, 
And  clothe    his    Soul   with    Right'oufnefs. 

4,  Thefe  are  the    Men,  the  pious   Race, 

That  feek   the   God    of    Jacob's  Face; 
They  fhall    enjoy  the    blifsful   Sight, 
And   dwell    in  Everlafting   Light,. 

5,  Rejoice   ye   Aiming  Worlds    on   high, 

Behold  the   King   of  Glory's   nigh; 
Who    can    this   King   of  Glory    be  \ 
The  mighty    Lord,     the  Saviour's   He. 

6,  Ye  heav'nly   Gates,  your  Leaves   difplay 

To   make   the   Lord  the   Saviour  Way  ; 
R   2  Laden 


(  x6o  ) 

Laden  with  Spoils  from    Earth  and  Hell, 
The  Conq'ror   comes  with   God  to   dwell, 

7.  Rais'd   from  the   Dead,  he  goes   before, 
He  opens   Heav'n's   eternal    Door, 
To   give   his   Saints    a   bleft    Abode, 
Wear  their    Redeemer    and   their   God. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIX. 

•  Jericho  ;    or    the    Waters   healed. 

1.  'TpHO*    Jericho   pleafantly  flood, 

X     And    look'd  like  a   promifing  Soil} 
The   Harveft    produc'd   little   Food, 

To    anfwer  the    Hufbandman's  Toil: 
The  Water    Tome  Property    had,  . 

Which    poifonous   prov'd  to  the    Ground  ; 
The    Springs    were  corrupted   and  bad, 

The  Streams   fpread   a  Barrennefs  round. 

2.  But  foon    by  the     Cruife    and    the   Salt, 

Prepar'd   by    Elifha's    Command, 
The    Water  was    cur'd  of  its  Fault 

And  plenty  enriched   the    Land: 
An   Emblem    fuje    this    of   the  Grace 

On   truitlefs    dead    Sinner*    beftow'd; 
For    Man    is   in   Jericho's    Cafe, 

Till   cur'd    by  the    Mercy   of  God, 

3.  How  noble  a    Creature   he    feems! 

What   Knowledge,    Invention  and    Skill! 
How  large  and    extenfive  his  Schemes  ! 

How  much   can   he    do    if  he    will ! 
His  Zeal    to  be    Learned    and    Wife, 

Will  yield    to    no    Limits   or    Bars  ; 
He    meafures  the    Earth    and    the    Skies, 

And    Numbers  and   Marfhals  the  Stars. 

4.  Yet 


( 1*1 ) 

4.  Yet  ftill    he  is  barren  of  Good; 

In    vain    are    his    Tallents    and   Ait ; 
For    Sin    has  infected    his    Blood, 

And    poifon'd    the    Streams   of  his    Heart  j 
The    Cockatrice    Eggs   he    can   hatch, 

Or,    Spider-like,  Cobwebs    can    Weave  j 
'Tis    Madneft  to    Labour    and    Watch 

For  what  will      deftroy  and   deceive. 

5.  But  Grace,   like    the  Salt  in  the  Cruife, 

When    caft    in    the    Spring  of  the   Soul, 
A  wonderful    Change    will    produce, 

Defufin2   new    Lite    thro1   the    Whole : 
The   Wildernefs    blooms    like   a  Rofe, 

The  Heart    which  was  vile    and    abhorr'd, 
Now    fruitfull    and  beautiful  grows, 

The   Garden    and    Joy  of  the    Lord. 

H  Y  M  N     GCXG. 

Longing    after  Chrijl, 

1.  rT"*HOU   Shepherd    of     I  Gael   and  mine, 

X     The    Joy  and  Defire  of  my    Heart  ; 
For     clofer   Communion   I  pine  ; 

I   long    to  refide    where    thou    art  : 
The  Pafture   I    languifh  to    find, 

Where    all,  who   their    Shepherd   obey, 
Are  fed,    on    thy    Bofom    reclin'd, 

Are   fcreen'd  from    the    Heat  of  the    Day. 

2.  Ah  1    mew    me   that  happieft  Place, 

That   Place  of  thy   People's    Abode  ; 
Where    Saints  in  an   Extacy  gaze. 

And  hang  on   a   crucify  Jd    God : 
Thy  Love  for    a  Sinner  declare ; 

Thy   Paflion    and  Death  on   the    Tree  ; 
My   Spirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  fuffer  and  triumph  with   thee. 

Pv  3  3.  'Tis 


(  z6z  ) 

3.  'Tis  there  with  the   Lambs  of  thy  Flock, 

There  only   I    covet  to   reft ; 
To  lie  at   the    Foot    of  the  Rock, 

Or  rife  to   be   hid    in  thy    Breaft  ; 
*Tis  there  I    would    always  abide, 

And  never  a   Moment  depart, 
Conceal'd  in  the    Cleft  of   thy    Side, 

Eternally  held   in   thine    Heart. 

HYMN    CCCXI. 

An   Evenmg  Song. 

[1.  '"THOU  Sov'reign,   let  my  Ev'ning  Song 
Like    holy    incenfe    rife  ; 
Affift    the   Off'rings   of  my    Tongue 
To    reach    the    lofty    Skies. 

2.  Thro'    all   the    Dangers   of  the   Day 

Thy    Hand  was  ftill   my  Guard, 
And   ftill   to   drive  my    Wants   away 
Thy   Mercy  flood    prepar'd.] 

3.  Perpetual  Bleffings   from  above 

Encompafs   me   around, 
But   O   how    few    Returns  of  Love 
Hath  my   Creator    found  ! 

4.  What    have   I  done  for   him    that  dy*d 

To   fave   my    wretched    Soul  ? 
How  are  my    Follies  multiply'd, 
Faft  as   the  Minutes   roll. 

5.  Lord,  with  this   guilty    Heart    of  mine, 

To    thy   dear    Crofs   I  flee, 
And   to   thy  Grace  my    Soul    refign, 
To   be  renew'd    by    thee„ 

6.  Sprinkled   afrefh    with   pard'ning    Blood, 

I  lay  me  down   to   reft, 

As 


As  in  th*    Embraces  of  my   God, 
Or  on   my    Saviour's    Brealt. 

HYMN     CCXGII. 

The   Lord  will  provide* 

I.   rpHO'    Troubles  aflail, 

jL      And    Dangers    affright, 
Tho*    Friends    mould    all   fail, 

And  Foes   all    unite ; 
Yet  one    Thing   fee  ares  us, 

Whatever   betide, 
The    Scripture   affures   us, 

(<  The   Lord   will  provide.'* 

Zt  The  Birds   without    Barn 

Or  Storehoufe    are    fed, 
From   them    let  us  learn 

To   truft   for   our    Bread : 
His    Saints,  what    is    fitting, 

Shall    ne'er    be    deny'd, 
So    long  as  'tis   written 

"  The    Lord  will   provide," 

3.  We   may,  like  the    Ships, 

By    Tempefts   be  toft 
On    perilous  Deeps, 

But    cannot  be    loft: 
Tho'  Satan    enrages 

The    Wind    and  the    Tide, 
The   Promife  engages, 

et  The    Lord    will   provide/' 

4.  His   Call    we   obey 

Like   Abra'm    of  old, 
Not  knowing   our   Way, 

But    Faith  makes    us  bold  ; 
For    tho'  we    are    Strangers 

We   have   a  good   Guide, 

R  4  And 


(   ^4  ) 

And   truft   in   all    Dangers, 
"  The    Lord  will  provide." 

5.  When  Satan    appears 

To  (top  up    our   Path, 
And   fills   us   with   Fears, 

We  triumph    by    Faith  ; 
He    cannot   take    from    us, 

Tho'    oft'   he    has    try'd, 
This    Heart    cheering   Promife, 

"  The    Lord    will   provide." 

6.  He  tells   us  we're  weak, 

Our  Hope    is    in   vain, 
The    Good  that   we    feek 

We  ne'er  fhall    obtain  ; 
But   when  fuch    Suggeftions 

Our    Spirits   have   ply'd, 
This    Anfwers  all   Queftions, 

"  The  Lord   will  provide.'* 

7.  No   Strength   of  our   own, 

Or  Goodnefs    we   claim, 
Yet   fince   we    have  known 

The   Saviour's   great   Name, 
In  this  our  ftrong   Tower 

For    fafety    we  hide, 
The  Lord   is  our    Power, 

"  The    Lord   will  provide." 

8.  When   Life  finks   apace, 

And    Death    is   in  View, 
This    Word    of   his   Grace 

Shall  Comfort    us  thro' ; 
No   Fearing   or   Doubting 

With    Chrift    on  our   Side, 
We    hope   to   die   fhouting, 

"  The  Lord  will  Provide /' 


1 


(  ^  ) 
HYMN     CCXCIIL 

jfgur's   Wijhy  Proverbs,  xxx,  7,  8,  9. 

I.  n^HUS    Agur  breath 'd   his    warm    Defire; 
X     "  My  God,  two  Favours  I  require, 
<<  In   neither   my    Requeft   deny, 
<<  Vouchfafe    them    both   before   I   die, 

l#  Far  from   my    Heart  and  Tents  exclude 
<<  Thofe  Enemies   to    all  that's  Good, 
"  Folly,    whofe   Pleafures   end   in  Death, 
<e  And    Falfhoods   peftilential  Breath  : 

g.  "Be   neither  Wealth    nor    Want    my    Lot; 
'<*  Below    the    Dome,    above    the    Cot, 
«  Let   me    my  Life   unanxious   lead, 
(<  And    know   not    Luxury   nor   Need." 

4#  Thefe   Wifhes,    Lord,   we  make  our  own, 
O    filed   in    Moderation    down 
Thy    Bounties,  'till  this   Mortal   Breath, 
Expiring   Tunes  thy  Praife  in    Death  ! 

5.  But   fhould'ft   thou  large    Pofleflions    give, 

May    we    with    Thankfulnefs  receive 
The   Good   and — Hill  our  God   adore, 
And    blefs   the   Needy    from    our    Store. 

6.  Or   fhould  we   feel    the  Pains    of  Want, 

Submiffion,    Refignation   grant, 

Till,  thou  malt    fend    the   wifti'd   Supply, 

Or   call  us    to   the    Blifs    on    high. 

HYMN     CGXCIV. 

An  Evening    Hymn, 

I.   ^T^HUS  far  the   Lord    has   led  me  on, 
X     Thus  far  his  Pow'r  prolongs  my  Days  1 
And    ev'ry  Ev'ning  mall   make   known 
Some    frefh    Memorial  of  his    Grace. 

R  5  2.  Much 


(  z66  ) 

2.  Much   of  my    Time   has   run   to    wafte, 

And    [    perhaps  am    near   my    Home  \ 

But    he    forgives    my    Follies    pah:, 

He   gives    me  Strength  for  Days  to  come. 

3.  I    lay  my    Body    down    to   deep ; 

Peace  is  the  Pillow  for  my  Head  ; 
While  veil-appointed  Angels  keep' 
Their  watchful    Stations    round   my  Bed. 

4.  In  vain    the    Sons   of  Earth   or    Hell 

Tell    me    a    thoufand    frigluful    Things; 
My    God   in    Safety    makes    me    dwell 
Beneath  the    Shadow   of  his    Wings# 

[5.  Faith   in    his    Name   forbids  my  Fear: 
O     may  thy   Prefence    ne'er    depart ! 
And   in    the  Morning  make   me    hear 
The    Love    and   Kindnefi    of  thy  Heart. 

f.  Thus  when   the    Night  of  Death  mall  come, 
My    Flefh  mall    reft  beneath    the  Ground, 
And  wait    thy  Voice   to    roufe  my  Tomb. 
With  fweet  Salvation  in   the    Sound.j 

HYMN     CCXCV. 

Cod  dwells  with  the  Humble  and  Penitent,  Ifa.  5  7, 1 5, 1 6. 

1.  ^HUS  faith    the    high    and    lofty  One, 

"I   fit   upon    my   holy    Throne  ; 
"My    Name  is    God,    1    dwell    on' High, 
"Dwell    in   my   own    Eternity, 

2.  "  But  I  defcend  on  Worlds  below, 
"  On  Earth  I  have  a  Manfion  too ; 
"  The    humble   Spirit    and    Contrite 

"  Is   an   Abode    of  my    Deli&ht, 

3»  "  The   humble  Soul   my   Words    revive, 
"  I  bid  the   humble  Sinner   live  j 

"  Heal 


1  T 


(  i*7  ) 

"Heal   all  the    broken  Hearts   I  fold, 
99  And    eafe   the    Sorrows   of  the   Mind. 

[4,  "  When  I  contend  againft  their  Sin, 
"  I  make    them  know   how  vile  they've  been  \ 
*  But  mould   my   Wrath  for    ever  feioke^ 
99  Their  Souls  would  fink  beneath  my  Stroke.'' 

5,  O  may   thy    pard'ning    Grace   be   nigh, 
Left   we    mould    faint,  deipair   and  die! 
Thus  mall   our   better    Thoughts   approve 
The  Methods   of  thy    chahVning  Love.  J 

HYMN     CCXGVI. 

dfter    Baptifr?u 

HUS  was    the   great  Redeemer  plung'd 
In  Jordan's   fwelling   Flood : 
Thus   one   Day  alfo    was    baptiz'd 
In   Teais,    and    Sweat,    and    Blood. 

2.  Thus   was    his    facred  Body    laid 

Beneath    the  yielding   Wave : 
Thus   was    his  facred  Body   rais'd 
Out   of  the   liquid  Grave. 

3.  The  myftick    Rite    his    Death    defcrib'd  ; 

Kis  Burial    did   forefhew, 
The   Quick'ning  isof  his   facred  Flefh  ; 
His    Refurrcction  too. 

4,  Lord,    thy    own    Precept   we    obey ; 

In  thy   own    Footfteps   tread ; 
We    die ;    are   buried ;   rife    with    thee 
From   Regions   of  the    Dead. 

5,  Spirit  of  Grace,   and    Truth,    and  Love, 

Thy    Pow'r   on    us    difplay ; 
Approve    our   Acts,    and    feal  our    Souls 
To   the    I'edemption  Day. 

HYMN 


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HYMN     CCXCVil. 

Defire  of  Kiiowledge  :  Or,  The  Teaching  of  the  Spirit 
with  the    JVord. 

1.  fT^HY    Mercies   fill   the    Earth,    O    Lord, 

JL     Mow    good   thy    Works  appear ! 
Open    mine  Eyes   to    read    thy  Word, 
And   lee    thy   Wonders    there. 

2.  My   Heart   was  fafhion'd   by  thy  Hand, 

My   Service   is    thy    Due ; 
O  make    thy    Servant   underftand 
The   Duties   he  muft  do. 

3.  Since    I'm    a   Stranger   here   below, 

Let  not    thy    Path  be    hid ; 
But    mark    the    Road  my   Feet   fhould    go, 
And  be    my   conftant    Guide. 

4.  When   I   confefs'd  my    wandering   Wjjjs, 

Thou  heard'ft    my  Soul  complain; 
Grant   me   the  Teachings    of  thy   Grace, 
Or   I  mail  ft  ray    again. 

5.  If  God   to    me  his    Statutes  fhew, 

And    heav'nly    Truths   impurt, 
His    Work    for    ever  I'll    purfue, 
His  Law   fhall    rule    my  Heart. 

6.  This   was    my   Ccmfoit    Hhen  I  bore 

Variety    of    Grief; 
It   made   me   learn    thy    Word   the    more, 
And   fly    to    that    Relief. 

7.  In  vain   the    Proud   deride    me   now; 

I'll    ne'er    forget   thy    Law, 
Nor    Jet  that   blefled    Gofpel    go, 
Whence   all    my  Hopes    I    draw. 

3.  When  I   have    leam'd   my   Father's  Will, 
I'll    teach   the    World    his    Ways ; 

My 


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My  thankful   Lips,  infpir'd  with   Zeal. 
Shall    loud   pronounce  his  Praife.J 

HYMN     CCXCVIil. 

i»  ,rTHlS  a  point    I    long    to    know, 

X     Oft   it   caufes  anxious    Thought, 
Do    I   love    the    Lord    or  no  7 
Am   I    His,    or  am    I    not  ? 

2.  If   I    love,    why  am    I    thus  ? 

Why   this  dull    and   lifelefs    Frame  I 
Hardly,    fure,    can   they   be   worfe, 
Who  have    never    heard    his   Name  ! 

3.  Could  my   Heart    fo    hard   remain, 

Pray'r    a    Talk   and   Burden   prove* 
Ev'ry    Trifle   gives  me   Pain, 
If  I    knew  a   Saviour's    Love  ? 

4.  When  I  turn  my    Eyes   within, 

All  is   Dark,  and   Vain    and    Wild ; 
Fill'd   with  Unbelief  and    Sin, 
Can  I   deem    myfelf  a    Child  .? 

5.  If  I   pray,    or    hear,    or  read, 

Sin  is    mix'd    with   all  I  do ; 
You   that    Love   the   Lord    indeed, 
Tell   me,   is    it   thus   with    you  i 

6.  Yet    I   mourn   my    ftubborn    Will, 

Find   my    Sin    a    Grief  and    Thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve   for    what  I  feel, 
If  I    did    not  love    at  ally 

7.  Could  1  joy  his    Saints    to    meet, 

Choofe   the  Ways  I  once   abhorr'd, 
Find    at    Times,    the    Promife    fweet, 
If  I  did    not   love    the    Lord  : 

8.  Lord,  decide   the   doubtful   Cafe  1 

Thou,    who   art  thy  People's   Sun ; 

Shine 


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Shine*  upon    thy   Work   of  Grace, 
If  it   be    indeed  begun. 

9.  Let   me    love   thee    more    and   more, 
If   I   love   at    all,  I    pray  ; 
If  I    have  not   lov'd   before, 
Help  me    to    begin   to    Day. 

HYMN     CCXCIX. 

Lord's   Day     Morning. 

1.  TO   DAY   God   bids    the    Faithful   reft, 

To  Day  he  fhow'rs   his    Grace  ; 
**  Seek   ye   my    Face,"    the    Lord    hath   faid 
Lord,    we  will    feek  thy   Face. 

2.  Come,    let  us   leave   the    Things   on   Earth, 

With    God's    Aflembly   join  ; 
Lo!    Heav'n    defcends   to    welcome    Man, 
To   tafte    the    Things    divine  ! 

3.  We   come,    dear   Saviour,  lo!    we  come, 

Lord   of  our    Life    and    Soul  • 
We    come    difeas'd,    and   faint,    and  fick, 
Be   pleas'd  to   make   us   whole, 

4.  We  thirft    and   fly   to    thee,    O   Lord, 

Thou    Fountain-Head    of  Good ; 
Filthy   we   come,   and    all  Unclean, 
O    cleanfe   us    in    thy    Blood, 

5.  O  may   we   pleafe   our  God   to  Day, 

May  that  be   all   our  Care ! 
Give,  Lord,  thy    Grace,    left    evil   Thoughts 
Should  mingle   in    our   Pray'r. 

6.  Amid   th'  Aflembly   of  thy    Saints, 

Let   us    be  faithful   found ; 

And 


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And   let   us  join   in   hnmble    Pray'r, 
And  in  thy  Praife  abound. 

y.  Let   thy  good  Spirit  help   our  Souls, 
With   Faith    thy    Word    to   hear  ; 
Be   with   us    in  thy  Temple,    Lord, 
And  let  us  find    thee   near. 

HYMN    CCC. 

A  Prayer  for    Perfins  joined   in  Felloivjhip, 

1.  '""TRY  us,  O   God,  and   fearch   the  Ground 

Of  ev'ry   finful   Heart, 
Whatever    of  Sin   in    us   is   found 
O    bid  it    all    depart. 

2.  When  to  the   Right  or   Left   we   ftray, 

Leave  us    not  comfortlefs, 
But  guide  our  Feet   into    the   Way 
Of  everlafting   Peace* 

3.  Help  us   to   help    each   other   Lord, 
Each   others    Crofs   to    bear; 

Let   each   his   friendly   Aid   afford, 
And   feel    his    Brother's  Care. 

4.  Help    us    to   build   each   other    up, 

Our    little    Stock  improve, 
Increafe   our   Faith,  confirm    our    Hope, 
And  perfect   us    in    Love. 

5.  Up   into  thee    the   living   Head, 

Let   us    in  all  Things   grow, 
Till   thou    haft    made    us   free    indeed, 
And    fpotlefs   here    below. 

(>.   Then  when   the    mighty   Work  is  wrought 
Receive   thy   ready    Bride, 
Give    us  in   Heav'n    a   happy   Lot, 
With   all   the  Sanctify'd. 

HYMN 


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HYMN     CCCI. 

i.   Hp\VO    are  better  far   then  One 
JL     For   Counfel    or   for  Fight ; 

How   can    One  be    warm   alone  ? 
Or    ferve    his   God    aright  ? 
Join  we   then    our   Hearts   and  Hands 
Each    to    Love   provoke   his  Friend  ; 
Run  the   Way  of  his    Commands, 
And   keep   it  to  the    End. 

2.  Woe   to   him    whofe   Spirits    droop! 

To   him    who    falls    alone  ! 
He  has  none  to  lift  him    up, 

To   help   his   Weaknefs    on  : 
Happier    we  each    other  keep ; 

We  each   others    Burdens   bear, 
Never  need    our    Footfteps    flip, 

Upheld    by    mutual    Pray'r. 

3.  Who  of  Twain    has   made   us    One, 

Maintains    our    Unity  : 
Jefus  is  the    Cornerftone, 

In  whom   we  all  agree  : 
Servants   of  One    common    Lord, 

Sweetly  of  One  Heart    and    Mind, 
Who   can   break  a   threefold    Cord, 

Or  part    whom    God  hath  join'd  ? 

4.  Oh   that   all  with    us   might  prove 

The    Fellowfhip   of  Saints ! 
Find   fupply'd    in   Jefu's   Love 

What   ev'ry   Member    wants  ! 
Grafp   our   high    Callings   Prize  ! 

Feel    our    Sins  on    Earth   forgiv'n ! 
•Rile,    in  his    whole    Image    rife, 

And  meet  our   Head  in  Heav'n* 


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HYMN    CCCII. 

God   our   Preferver* 

1.  TTPWARD  I   lift   mine    Eyes, 
vJ    From    God    is    all   my    Aid; 

The  God  that  built   the    Skies, 
And    Earth   and    Nature   made; 
God   is    the     Tow'r 
To   which     I    fly; 
His   Grace    is  nigh 
In    ev'ry    Hour. 

2.  My   Feet   mall    never  Hide, 

And  fall  in  fatal    Snares, 
Since    God,   my  Guard    and  Guide, 
Defends   me   from    my    Fears, 
Thofe    wakeful     Eyes, 
That     never    fleep, 
Shall    Ifrael    keep, 
When     Dangers    rife. 

2.  No  burning    Heats   by   Day, 
Nor    Blafts   of  ev'ning   Air, 
Shall   take    my   Health  away, 
If  God  be  with   me   there ; 
Thou    art    my    Sun, 
And     thou     my    Shade 
To    guard  my    Head, 
By    Night    or    Noon. 

jj.  Haft   thou    not    giv'n    thy   Word 
To    fave    my    Soul  from    Death  ? 
And    I    can   truft    my    Lord 
To   keep   my  Mortal    Breath ; 
I'll    go  and    come, 
Nor    fear    to    die, 
Till   from   ou    High 
Thou  call  me    Home, 

S  HYMN 


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HYMN     CCCIII. 

Death. 

1.  T7AIN   Man   thy    fond    Purfuits    forbear; 

V     Repent  ;     thy    End   is    nigh, 
Death  at    the    fartheft   can't  be  tar; 
Oh,   think   before    thou    die  ! 

2.  Reflect     thou    haft   a    Soul  to   fave, 

Thy    Sins    how    high    they    Mount  ! 
What    are    thy  Hopes  beyond    thy   Graver 
How  ftands    that  dark    Account ! 

3.  Death  enters,    and  there's  no  Defence, 

His   Time    there*s    none   can   fell, 
Hell    in    a    Moment  call  thee  hence, 
To    Heaven   or   to   Hell. 

4.  Thy    Flefh,    perhaps   thy  chiefeft    Care, 

Shall    craw  lino;   Worms   confume, 
But   ah,  Deftrudtion    Hops    not    there  ; 
Sin   kills   beyond   the  Tomb! 

5.  To    Day,  the   Gofpel  calls,  to    Day; 

Sinners,  it   fpeaks    to   you  ; 
Let  ev'ry   one  forfake    his    Way, 
And    Mercy   will    enfue. 

6.  Rich    Mercy,  dearly   bought  with   Blood, 

How    vile  foe'er    he    be, 
Abundant    Pardon,  Peace  with   God  ; 
All  giv'n    entirely   free. 


HYMN 


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HYMN     CCCIV. 

The  Church,   the  Garden  ofChriJl.  Sol.  Song  iv,  12, 
1 3,  15,    and  v.  i. 

1,  TT7E   are   a  Garden  wall'd    around. 

W     Chofen   and  made    peculiar   Ground  j 
A   little   Spot,  enclos'd    by   Grace, 
Out    of  the   World's   v/iid   Wildernefs, 

2,  Like  Trees  of  Myrrh   and  Spice   we  Hand, 
Planted   by  God  the    Father's    Hand  ; 

And  all    his   Springs  in   Zion   flow, 
To  make   the   young    Plantation  grow. 

3,  Awake,  O   hec.v'nly    Wind,    and  come, 
Blow   on  this  Garden   of  Perfume  ; 
Spirit  Divine !    defcend    and    breathe 

A   gracious  Gale   on   Plants    beneath. 

4,  Make  our  bed   Spices   flow    abroad 
To   entertain  our    Saviour    God  : 

And    Faith,    and    Love,  and  Joy  appear, 
And    ev'ry   Grace  be  active  here. 

[5.  Let   my    Beloved   come   and   tafte 
His    pleafant    Fruits   at    his  own   Feaft  ; 
I  come,   my    Spoufe,   I    come,    he    cries, 
With    Love   and  Pleafure  in  his   Eyes, 

6.  Our   Lord  into   his  Garden    comes, 

Well   pleas'd   to   fmell   our   poor   Perfumes, 
And  calls  us    to   a    Feaft    Divine, 
Sweeter  than    Honey,  Milk,   or  Wine. 

7.  Eat    of  the   Tree    of  Life   my  Friends, 
The    Bleflings  that  my    Father   fends ; 
Your    Tafte    fhall    all  my    Dainties  prove, 
And  drink   abundance  of  my   Love. 

S  2  8.  Jefus, 


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$,  Jefus,    we  will   frequent  thy    Board, 
And    fing   the    Bounties   of    our    Lord  : 
But  the  rich  Food    on    which    we  live, 
Demands  more  praife  than  Tongues  can  give»3 

HYMN     CCCV. 

1.  \1C7E  blefs   the  Father    and    the  Son, 

VV    We    blefs  the    Holy   Ghoft  likewife  ; 
We  praife  the  facred   Three    in    One, 
Who   made  our  Souls   from    Sin   to   rife. 

2,  Thy   facred    Precepts    we    receive, 

O    Lord    we   blefs  thy    holy  Name, 

That    thou   mould  ever    give   us  Leave, 

And   charge  us  to   obey   the   fame. 

3»  It  is    an  Honour   to   obey 

Thy  great   Commands   before  all   Men, 
So  we    have   trod  the   wat'ry   Way, 
For  in  the  Water    Chrifl:    hath    been. 

4.  This    Ordinance   O    Lord   we   keep, 

According  to  thy  wife    Defign ; 
Lord    may    we  walk   among  thy  Sheep; 
We  feek  no  other    Fold   but   thine, 

5.  Lord    guide   us  by   thy  Counfel  here, 

Till  we  this  gloomy  Vale    have    paft ; 
Save   us  from   Sin,  fave  us  from   Fear, 
And    bring    us   to  thyfelf   at   laft. 

HYMN    CCCVI. 

Travelling  in  Birth  for   Souls, 

I,   T1C7HAT    Contradictions   meet 
VV    In    Minifters    Employ! 
It   it    a  bitter   Sweet, 
A  Sorrow  full  of  Joy : 

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No   other  Poft  affords  a  Place 
For  equal    Honour,    or    Difgrace  I 

2.  Who   can   defcribe   the  Pain 

Which   faithful    Preachers    feel  5 
ConftrainM    to    fpeak  in  vain, 

To  Hearts,    as  hard  as   Steal  ? 
Or   who    can  tell   ihe    Pleafures    felt, 
When  ftubborn  Hearts  begin  to  melt  ? 

3.  The  Saviour's  dying  Love, 

The  Soul's  amazing   Worth, 
Their    utmoft    Efforts    move, 

And  draw   their   Bowels   forth : 
They    pray   and   ftrive,   their   Reft   departs, 
Till   Chrilt  be  form'd  in    Sinners    Hearts, 

4.  If   fbme  fmall   Hope  appear, 

They  dill   are  not   content ; 
But  with    a  jealous   Fear, 

They   watch   for  the  Event: 
Too  oft  they   find    their  Hopes  deceiv'd, 
Then,    how   their  inmoft   Souls  are    griev'd. 

5.  But  when   their   Pain    fucceed. 

And   from    the  tender   Blade 
The  rip'ning    Ears   proceed, 

Their   Toils  are    overpaid : 
No  harveft  Joy  can  equal   theirs, 
To   find    the  Fruit   of  all  their   Cares. 

6.  On  what   has   now   been    fown 

Thy    Blefling,    Lord   beftow ; 
The    Pow'r   is  thine   alone, 

To   make    it   fpring   and   grow: 
Do   thou   the    gracious    Harveft  raife, 
And   thou,    alone,    fhalt  have    the   Praife. 

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HYMN   CCCVII. 

Christ's  Humiliation    and  Exaltation, 

I#  TJJ/^^T   equal    Honours   mall    we   bring 
W    To  thee   O  Lord   our   God  the  Lamb, 
When   all  the    Notes    that  Angels  fing 
Are  far  inferior   to   thy   Name  I 

2.  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  flam, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groan'd  and    dy'd, 
Worthy    to    rife,     and    live    and   reign 
At   his   almighty  Father's   Side* 

3.  Pow'r    and    Dominion   are  his    Due, 
Who  flood   condemn'd   at    Pilate's   Bar, 
Wifdom  belongs   to   Jefus    too, 

Tho'   he   was    charg'd  with    Madnefs   here. 

4.  All  Riches  are  his  native   Right, 
Yet    he  fuflain'd    amazing   Lois ; 
To    him  afcribe  eternal    Might, 

Who  left   his    Weaknefs   on  the   Crofs : 

5.  Honour   immortal    mud   be   paid, 
Inftead    of   Scandal    and   of  Scorn  : 
While   Glory    mines  around   his  Head, 
And   a    bright    Crown    without  a  Thorn, 

6.  Bleffings   for   ever   on   the    Lamb, 

Who    bore    the  <  urfe  for   wretched    Men  : 
Let  Angels   found  his   facred  Name, 
And   ev'ry   Creature  fay,    Amen, 

HYMN    CCCVIII. 

The  Bu  fin  el's    and  Bleffednvfs    r.j  glorified  Saints, 
Rev.    vii.  13,   14,   15,    &c. 

• .    VX7HAT    happy    Men,    or   Angels,    thefe 
VV    That  all  their  Robes  are  fpotlefs  white  ? 

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Whence   did    this   glorious    Troop   arrive 
At  the   pare    Realms    of  heav'nly    Light  ? 

2.  From  torturing  Racks,  and    burning   Fires, 
And    Seas    of  tiieir  own    Blood  they  came  : 
But    nobler   Blood    has    wafti'd    their  Robes, 
Flowing   from    Chriit    the    dying   Lamb. 

3.  Now    they    approach  th'  Almighty's   Throne 
With  loud    Hof  annas    Nig-t    and    Day, 
Sweet  Anthems  to  the    great    Three-One, 
Meafure   their    blefs'd    Eternity. 

4.  No    more  fhall  Hunger  pain    their  Souls : 
He    bids    their  •  parching  Thirft  be  gone  j 
And    fpreads   the    Shadow  of  his    Wings, 
To    fcreen  them    from    the    fcorching    bun, 

5.  The    Lamb  that   fills   the    middle    Throne, 
Shall   fhed   around   his    milder    Beams  ; 
There   mall    they    feaft   on    his    rich  Love, 
And    drink   full   Joys   from    living  Streams. 

6.  Thus  fhall    their    mighty    Blifs    renew, 
Through    the  valt  Round   of  endlefs     Years, 
And    the    foft    Hand  of  fov 'reign    Grace 
Heals  all  their  Wounds,  and  wipes  their  Tears. 

HYMN    CCGIX. 

The  Triumph  of  Chrifl  over  the  Enemies  of  his  Churchy 
Ifa.  Lxiii.  r,  2,  3,  &c«. 

1,  X "I THAT   mighty    Man,  or  mighty  God, 

VV    Comes  traveling   in  State 
Along  the    Idumean    Road, 
Awv.y    from    Bozrah's    Gate  ! 

2.  The    Glory    of  his   Robes    proclaim 

'Tis  fome    victorious    King : 
"  'Tis    I,  the   Juft     th'  Almighty   One, 
"That  your   Salvation   bring. 

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3.  Why,  mighty  Lord,   thy   Saints  inquire, 

Why    thine    apparel's    red  ? 
And  all   thy    Velture   ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the    Wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4.  I    by   myfelf  have    trod    the    Prefs, 

"  And   crufh'd  my    Foes    alone  ; 
<<  My    Wrath   hath   ftruck  the  Rebels  dead, 
"  My  Fury  ftamp'd  them   down. 

5.  <{,Tis  Edom's    Blood   that  dyes  my  Robes 

"  With  joyful   Scarlet   Stains, 
"  The    Triumph    that   my    Raiment  wears, 
tc  Sprung   from   their   bleeding  Veins. 

6.  f  Thus   fhall   the   Nations  be  deftroy'd, 

*<  That    dare    infult    my   Saints  ; 
"I   have   an   Arm   t'avenge  their-  Wrongs, 
w  An   Ear  for   their    Complaints.' ' 

HYMN     CCCX. 

Vows  made   in  Trouble  paid  in  the  Church,  or  public 
Thanks  for  private  Deliverance, 

1.  TIT  HAT    mail    I   render   to    my  God, 

V  V    For  all   his  Kindnefs  mown  ? 
My   Feet  mail   vifit  thine    Abode, 
My  Songs   addrefs  thy    Throne. 

2.  Among    the   Saints    that  fill    thine   Houfe 

My    Off 'rings  mail  be    paid  ; 
There   fhall   my  Zeal  perform  the   Vows, 
My   Soul    in    Anguifh   made. 

3.  How   much    is    Mercy  thy    Delight, 

Thou   ever  blefled    God  ! 
How   dear    thy   Servants   in   thy    Sight  ! 
How  precious  is   their    Blood! 

4*  How  happy   all   thy  Servants  are.' 

How  great   thy  Grace  to   me !  My 


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My    Life,  which    thou  haft  made  thy  Care, 
Lord,  I   devote    to    thee. 

,  Now  I   am  thine,    for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall    my   Purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  Hand  hath   loos'd  my    Bonds  of  Pain, 

And  bound  me  with    thy  Love. 
Here  in  thy    Courts    I  leave   my    Vow, 

And    thy   rich   Grace  record; 
Witnefs,   ye   Saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  1   forfake   the   Lord. 


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HYMN     CCCXI. 

What   think  yc  of  Chrifl. 

HAT  think   you  of  Chrift  ?  is  the  Teft 
To  try  both  your  State  and  your  Scheme ; 
You   cannot    be    right  in    the   Reft, 
Unlefs  you   think  rightly   of  him. 
As    Jefus  appears   in   your    View, 

As   he   is   beloved   or  not; 
So   God   is   difpofed   to    you 

And    Mercy   or   Wrath    are   your   Let. 

2.   Some  take  him   a  Creature   to  be, 

A   Man,  or  an  Angel   at    moft ; 
Sure  thefe   have   not  Feelings  like   me, 

Nor  know   themfelves   wretched  and   loft  : 
So   Guilty,   fo  Helplefs,  am    I, 

1   durll  not   confide    in   his  Blood, 
Nor   on    his    Protection  rely, 

Unlefs  I   were  fure   he   is  God. 

5.  Some   ftile   him   the  Pearl   of  great  price, 
And  fay,  "  He's  the  Fountain  of  Joys  ;" 
Yet   feed  upon    Folly  and    Vice, 

And    cleave  to   the    World  and    its  Toys  : 
Like  Judas  the    Saviour   they    kifs, 
And  while    they  falute    him  betray  ; 

S  5  Ah! 


C    2.82    ) 

Ah  !  what   will   Proftfiion  like   this 
Avail    in   bis    terrible   Day  ? 

4.  If  afk'd,  what   or  jefus    1    think  ? 

Tho'  ftill  my  belt  Thoughts  are  but  poor; 
I    fay,    he's   my    Meat   and   my    blink, 

My  Life,  and  my  Strength,  and  my  Store : 
My   Shepherd,    my    Hufband,  my    Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  Sin  and  from  Thrall  ; 
My    Hope   from  Beginning   to    Lnd, 

My    Portion,    my    Lord,    and   my  All. 

HYMN     CCCXII. 

Exhortation    to    Frayer. 

1.  "V\7HAT   various    Hindrances    we.   meet 

v       In   coming   to    a    Mercy   Seat  ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the    Worth  of  Pray'r, 
But  wifhes    to   be   often  there. 

2.  Pray'r  makes   the  darK*ned  Cloud  wihdraw, 

Pray'r   climbs    the    Ladder   Jacob  faw  ; 
Gives  Exercife  to    Faith   and    Love, 
Brings    ev'ry    Blefling  from   above, 

3.  Reftraining   Pray'r    we  ceafe    to  fight ; 

Pray'r  makes  tiie  Chriftian's  Armour  bright; 
And   Satan    trembles,  when   he   fees 
The  weakeft   Saint    upon    his    Knees. 

4.  While    Mofes  ftood  with    Arms   fpread  wide, 

Succefs   was   found    on    lfrael's    Side  ;  (<?) 
But  when    thro*  Wearincfs   they   fail'd, 
*.   That   Moment    Amelek  prevaiPd. 

5.  Have   you    no    Words  ?    Ah,  think   again, 

Words  flows    apace   when    you  complain, 
And  fill   y^ur   Fellow    Creatures    Ear 
With  the   fad  Tale   of  all   your   Care. 

6.  Were 
(f)   Exod,  xtii,  11. 


6.  Were   half  the    Breath   thus   vainly   fpent, 
To   Heav'n   in    Supplication   fent  ! 
Your   cheerful    Song  would   oft'ner  be. 
«  Rear    what   the  Lord  has  done    for  me/' 

H  Y  M  N     CCCXill. 

Gratitude    to    God, 

1.  TTT7HEN    all    thy  Mercies,  O   my   God, 

VV    My    rifing  Soul   furveys  ; 
Tranfported    with   the    View    I'm  loft 
In  Wonder,    Love,    and    Praife. 

2.  O  how    fhall    Words  with  equal    Warmth 

The  Gratitude   declare, 
Which  glows  vithin  my    ravifh'd   Heart  1 
But  thou   canfl    read  it  there. 

3.  Thy   Providence    my    Life    fuftain'd, 

And    all    my   Wants    redrefs'd 
When  in    the  filent  Womb   1  lay, 
And  hung   upon   the    Bread. 

4.  To  all    my   weak   Complaints   and    Cries, 

Thy    Mercy   lent    an  Ear, 
Ere    yet   my   feeble    Thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form    themfelves   in    Pray'r. 

5.  Unnumber'd    Comforts  on    my   Soul 

Thy  tender   Care  bellow' d, 
Before  my     Infant   Heart    conceiv'd 
From   whence  thofe    Comforts   fiow'd. 

6.  When   in  the    flip'ry  Path    of    Youth 

With    heedlefs    Steps    I    ran, 
Thine    Arm    unfeen    convey 'd   me   fafe, 
And    led   me  up   to    Man» 

Thro'  hidden    Dangers,    Toils    and    Deaths, 
It  gently   clear 'd  my   Wray  ; 

And 


(  i*4) 

And   thro*   the   pleating   Snares  of  Vice, 
More   to  be  fcar'd   than   they. 

%t  When  -worn   with   Sicknefs,  oft   haft  thou 
With    Health   renew 'd  My    Face  ; 
And,    when    in    Sins  and  Sorrows    funk 
Reviv'd  my   Soul  with    Grace. 

9.  (Thy  bounteous   Hand   with   worldly  Blifs 

Hath  made    my    Cup  run   o'er^, 
And   in   a   kind    and   faithful    Friend 
Has  doubled  all   my    Store.) 

10.  Ten   Thoufand   Thoufand  precious  Gifts 
My  daily   Thanks  employ  ; 

Nor  is  the  leaft  a    ch earful  Heart, 
That  taftes   thofe   Gifts  with  Joy. 

11.  Thro'  ev'ry  Period   of  my    Life, 
Thy   Goodnefs   I'll   purfue; 

And  after    Death  in  diftant   Worlds, 
The   glorious    Theme   renew. 

12.  When   Nature   fails,  and    Day  and  Night 

Divide   thy   Works    no  more, 
My   ever  grateful    Heart,  O    Lord, 
Thy  Mercy  ihall   adore. 

13.  Thro'    all  Eternity   to  thee 

A  joyful   Song   Til   raife ; 
For   oh  i    Eternity  alone 
Can   utter   all    thy   Praife. 

HYMN     CCCXIV. 

Difficulties,  in  the  Way  of  Duty ,  furmounled— Hinder 
me   not.  Gen.  xxiv.  56.   % 

[1.  TTI7HEN   Abraham's  Servant  to  procure 
W    A  Wife    for   Ifaac  went, 

Ife 

%  Th'n   Hymn   ?nay  begin  at  the  6th  I  erfe. 


(  its  ) 

He   met    Rebekah— told  his   Wim, — 
Her   Parents    gave   Confent. 

j.  Yet,    for   ten   Days,    they   urg'd   the   Ma» 
His    Journey  to  delay  ; 
Hinder    me   not,  he    quick  reply'd, 
Since    God  hath    crownd    my    Way. 

3»  'Twas   thus  I  cry',  when   Chrift   the  Lord, 
My    Soul  to    him    did    wed ; 
Hinder    me   not,  nor    Friends   nor  Foes, 
Since    God    my    Way    hath    fped. 

4.  Stay   fays   the   World   ond   tafte    awhile 
My   ev'ry    pleafant   Sweet ; 
Hinder  me   not,   my  Soul  replies  ; 
Becaufe   the    Way    is   great. 

5#  Stay    Satan    my    old    Mailer    cries, 
Or   Force   mail   thee    detain  ; 
Hinder   me    not,  I   will  be   gone, 
My   God    has  broke  thy    Chain.] 

6.  In   all   my  Lord's    appointed  Ways, 

My   Journey   I'll    purfue  ; 
Hinder    me    not,  ye    much-lov'd   Saints, 
For   I   muft    go  with    you. 

7.  Thro'    Floods   and   Flames,  if   Jefus  lead, 

I'll    follow   where    he   goes ; 
Hinder    me   not,  mall    be   my    Cry, 
Tho'  Earth    and    Hell   oppofe, 

8.  Thro*  Duty,  and   thro*    Trials  too 

I'll  go    at   his    Command ; 
Hinder  me   not,  for  I    am   bound 
To    my   Emmanuel's  Land, 

9.  And   when   my  Saviour  calls  me    Home, 

Still    this   my   Cry   fliall    be, 
?flinder  me  not,  come  welcome   Death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee.  HYMN 


1  w 


C  i%6  ) 
HYMN     CCCXV. 

On   the    Death    of  a  young   V  erf  on, 

HEN    blooming  Youth  is  fnatch'd  away 
By   Death's  refiitiefs    Hand, 
Our   Hearts   the    mournful    Tribute    pay 
Whieh    Pity   muit    demand. 

2.  While   Pity  prompts   the    rifing   Sigh, 

O    may    this    Truth,  impreft 
With    awful    Pow'r — I    too — muft  die  — 
Sink    deep   in   ev'ry    Bread. 

3.  Let  this  vain   World    engage  no   more; 

Behold   the    gaping   Tomb ! 
It   bids   us   feize   the    prefent    Hour, 
To-morrow    Death   may  come.  . 

4.  The    Voice    of  this   alarming  Scene, 

May   ev'ry    Heart   obey ; 
Nor    be  the   heav'nly    Warning    vain, 
Which  calls  to    watch    and    pray. 

5.  O    let  us  fly,  to    Jefus  fly, 

Whofe    pow'rful    Arm   can   fave  ; 
Then   mall    our    Hopes    alcend    on  high, 
And   triumph    o'er  the    Grave. 

6.  Great   God,  thy    Sov'reign  Grace  impart, 

With    cieanfing    healing    Pow'r ; 
This  only   can    prepare    the    Heart 
For    Death's   furprifing   Hour* 

H  Y  M  N     CCCXVI. 

1.  "VyTHEN  Chrift  mall  rend  from  End  ta  End 

W     The    Regions   of  the    Air, 
And    fplit   the    Skies   in   twain    likewife, 
Then  he'll  himfelf  appear. 

2.  Then    he'll  appear  a   drawing  near 

With  Armies  broad  and   longj  bi 


(  2-87  ) 

In  Rank    and    File,  ten   thoufand    Mile, 
Then    we  mall    fee  the    Throng. 

3.  Then  he    will    tell   the    Arch- Angel, 

10    blow  the    Trumpet   loud, 
That  all   may   hear,  both  far  and  near ; 
Oh !    then   you'll    fee    the    Crowd. 

4.  Then    he  will   call,    both   Great  and  Small, 

The    Beggar,  Prince,  and    Drudge ; 
The    High,    the   Low,   the    Poor  alio, 
To  come    before   their   Judge. 

5.  The  Sheep  Ihall  (land  at  Chrift's  right  Hand, 

But    Goats    at   his     left    Side  ; 
All   mail  appear,    from    far   and   near, 
To   have    their  Caufes    try'd, 

i.  Then  he    will    fay,  depart  away, 
Ye  Goats  go    down   to   dwell 
With   the    Devil    and   his  Angels, 
In   a    prepared    Hell. 

7.  But    to    the  reft,  "  Come    up    ye    Blefl, 
(The    Saviour   he    will    fay) 
•'Come    dwell    above,   and    reft    in    Love, 
''  To   one    eternal    Day, 

S.  "  When  you've  been  there  ten  thoufand  Year, 
''  Bright   mining  like    the   Sun, 
**  You've    no  lefs  Days  to  fing  God's  Praife 
"  Than   when  you   firft  begun. 

9,  Thofe    Robes  you  wear,  fo  bright  and  fair, 
"  Which    dazzle    like    the    Sun, 

"  I've  kept   above,    wrapt   up    in    Love  ; 
"Angels    ne'er  had    them   on. 

10.  '*  But    know    my    Bride,    had  I  not  dy'd, 

'You    inuft   have    naked   gonej 

They're 


. 


(  ^n  ) 

3i  They're   made  for  you,  I  know  they'll  do 
•  "  For    I   have   try'd   them  on. 

II*  "Now    who   are   they  that    dare  to  fay 
"I've  been  too  kind    to   thefe  ? 
"  A   Right    I    have    to    damn    or  fave, 
"Or   do   juft   what    I   pleafe." 

12.  Jefus   I    thirft,  and  go   I  muft, 
I    long    to   be    above ; 
I    long  to  fing,  and   praife   my  King, 
Where    Oceans  flow    with    Love* 

HYMN     CGGXVII. 

Faith  fainting. 

1.  XII  THEN  compafs'd  with  Clouds  of  Diftrefs, 

VV    Juft   ready    all    Hope  to  refign, 
I   pant    for  the    Light    of  thy   Face, 

And   fear    it  will   never  be    mine  : 
Difhearten'd    with  waiting  fo  long, 

I    fink  at    thy    Feet   with    my    Load, 
All-plaintive    I   pour    out    my   Song, 

And   ftretch    forth    my    Hands  unto  Gob. 

2,  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  Terror  fhall    ceafe ; 

The    Blood    of   Atonement    apply  3 
And   lead  me   to   Jefus,    for   Peace, 

The    Rock    that   is   higher   than    I  ; 
Speak,  Saviour,    for   fweet   is  thy    Voice  ; 

Thy   Prefence    is  fair    to   behold  j 
Attend    to  my   Sorrows    and    Cries, 

My    Groanings  that   cannot  be   told# 

9.  If  fometimes    I    ftrive  as    I   mourn, 
My    Hold    of  thy    Promife  to  keep, 
The    Rillows  more    fiercely  return, 

And   plunge  me   again   in   the    Deep: 
While  harrafs'd  and  caft  from  thy  Sight, 

The 


(  *89  ) 

The   Tempter   fuggefts  with  a   Roar, 
"  The  Lord   has  forfaken  thee   quite; 
<{  Thy  God   will   be   gracious   no   more," 

4.  Yet   Lord,    if  thy    Love    hath   defign'd 

No    Covenant  JBleffing    for    me, 
Ah,  tell   me,  how   is   it    I   find 

Some   Pleafure  in   waiting  for   thee  I 
Almighty  to   refcue   thou    art ; 

Thy   Grace   is    my    only   Refource ; 
If  e'er  thou    art   Lord    of  my   Hearty 

Thy   Spirit   muft    take  it  by  Force. 

HYMN     CCCXVIil. 

Return   of  Joy, 

1.  TI 7HEN  Darkncfs  long  has  veil'd  my  Mind, 

VV    And  fmiling  Day  once  more  appear 5s ; 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I   find 
The  Folly  of  my   Doubts   and   Fears. 

2,  I  chide   my  unbelieving   Heart, 
And  biufti  that   I   fhould    ever  be 
Thus  prone  to   act  fo   bafe    a   Part,  • 

Or  harbour   one  hard    Thought    of  thee  I 

5,  O  !  let   me   then   at   length   be    taught 
(What  I  am    ft  ill    fo    flow  to    learn  !  ) 
That   God  is   Love,    and    changes   not, 
Nor  knows    the    Shadow    of  a   Turn. 

4.  Sweet   Truth,  and   eafy   to  repeat ! 
But  when   my   Faith  is   iharply  try'd, 
I  find  myfelf  a   Learner   yet, 
Unfldlful,    weak,    and    apt   to    Aide. 

5,  But   O   my    Lord,  one  look   from   thee 
Subdues    the   difobedient    Will  ; 
Drives   Doubt    and   Difcontent  away, 
And   thy   rebellious    Worm  is    ftill. 

T  6,  Thou 


(  *90  ) 

6,  Thou   art   as   ready  to  forgive, 
As    1    am    ready    to    repine ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all    the   Praife  receive  ; 
Be    Shame  and    Self-abhorrence  mine, 

HYMN     CCCXIX. 

The  fooiifh    Virgins, 

I.    TT7HEN    defending    from    the   Sky 

VV     The    Bridegroom   mall  appear  ; 
And    the    folemn    Midnight  Cry, 

Shall  call    Profeflors    near ; 
How    the    Sound    our    Hearts   will    damp  ! 

How    will    Shame  oeilp.ead    each  face! 
If  we    only  have    a    Lamp, 

Without    the    Oil   of  Grace, 

±,  Fooiifh  Virgins   then    will    wake, 

And   feek    for    a    Supply  ; 
But    in  vain    the    Pains  they  take 

To    borrow    or   to  buy  : 
Then    with    thofe   they    now    defpife^ 

Earneftly    they'll    wifh   to  fhare  ; 
But  the  Bed    among   the    Wife, 

Will   have    no    Oil   to    fpare. 

3.  Wife    are    they,  and    truly   bleft, 

Wrho    then    fin il    ready   be  ! 
But    Defpair    will    feize  the    reft, 

And    dreadful    Mifery  : 
"  Once,  they'll   cry,  we    fcorn'd   to  doubt, 

"  Tho'  in    Lies  our   Truft    we    put ; 

"  Now  our    Lanrp    of  Hope    is  out, 

"  The    Door  of  Mercy    fliut ." 

4.  If  they   then    prefume   to   plead, 

"  lord,   open    to   is    now  ; 
"We  on   Earth  have    heard   and  pray'd, 

»'  And 


1  (  Z9i   ) 

"  And   with   thy  Saints   did  bow;"- 
He    will    anfwer    from  his    Throne, 

99  Tho'  you  with   my    People  mix'd, 
"  Yet  to    me    you    ne'er  were   known, 

"  Depart,  your   Doom   is   hVd." 

$,  O   that  none  who  worfhip  here 

May  hear   that    Word,  Depart  ! 
Lord    imprefs   a   Godly    Fear 

On    each   Profeflbr's    Heart  : 
Help   us,  Lord,  to    fearch  the   Camp, 

Let  us,  not  ourfelves   beguile  ; 
Trufting   to    a.  dying    Lamp 

Without   a  Sfcock  of  Oil. 

HYMN     CCCXX. 

The  Joy  of  a  remarkable  Converfion  ;    or  Meianchofy 
removed, 

1.  TT7HEN   God  reveal'd  his  gracious  Name* 

VV    And  chang^  my   mournful   State, 
My   Rapture    feem'd   a    pleating  Dream, 
The  Grace    appcar'd    fo  great. 

2,  The    World  beheld    the    glorious    Change> 

And    did  thy   Hand   confcfs  ; 
My    Tongue  broke   out  in  unknown  Strains. 
And  fung  %prifing   Grace. 

3 ,  M  Great  is  the  Work,"  my    Neigbours  cry'd, 

And  own    the  Pow,r   Divine  ; 
M  Great   is  the    Work,'*  my  Heart  reply'd 
"  And    be   the  Glory   thine." 

4.  The   Lord    can   clear  the    darkeft    Skies, 

Can    give  us  Day   for    Night, 
Make   Drops   of  facred   Sorrow    rile 
To  .Rivers    of  Delight, 

T  2  5.  Let 


(    2-92"    ) 

5-  Let    thofe  that   fow  in    Sadnefs   wait 
Till    the    fair    Harveft   come, 
They    fliall    confefs   their    Sheaves   are  great, 
And  fhout  the   Bleflings    Home. 

6.   Tho'    Seed  lie  bury'd    long  in   Dufr  ; 
It  fhan't  deceive    their    Hope ! 
The  precious    Grain   can  ne'er  be   loft  ! 
For   Grace  infures    the    Crop. 

HYMN     CCCXXI. 

Hannah  :    Or  the   Throne    of  Grace. 

I.   TT7HEN    Hannah   prefs'd   with    Grief, 
VV    Pour'd    forth   her    Soul  in    Pray'r ; 
She   quickly   found   Relief, 

And   left    her    Burthen   there  :. 
Like  her   in  ev'ry  trying    Cafe, 
Let   us   approach    the   Throne  of  Grace, 

1¥  When  (he   began   to    pray, 

Her  Heart  was  pain'd    and   fad  ; 
But   ere   (lie    went    away, 

Was  comforted    and    glad : 
In    Trouble,  what    a    refling   Place, 
Have    they    who   know  the  Throne  of  Grace. 

3.  Tho'  Men    and   Devils    rage, 

And  threaten   to    devour  ; 
The   Saints    from    Age    to    Age, 

Are  fafe    from    all    their   Pow'r : 
Frefti   Strength   they  gain  to   run  their  Race, 
By    waiting    at   the   Throne    of  Grace. 

4.  Eli  her    Cafe    miflook, 

How    was  her    Spirit    mov'd 
By   his   unkind    Rebuke  ? 

But    God    her    Caufe    approv'd  : 
We    need   not    fear  a    Creature's    Face, 
While  welcome  at    the    Throne  of  Grace. 

5.  She 


( m  ) 

5.  She   was    not   fuTd  with  Wine, 

(As   Eil  rafhly    thought) 
But  with  a  Faith    Divine . 

And  found   the  Help   me  fought : 
Tho'    Men  defpife   and   call   us    Bafe  , 

Still    let  us   ply   the    Throne  of  Grace. 

6.  Men   have    not   Pow'r    or   Skill, 

With    troubled    Souls  to   bear ; 
Tho'  they  exprefs  Good- will, 

Poor   Comforters   they  are : 
But  fwelling    Sorrows  fink   apace, 

When  we  approach  the   Throne  of  Grace. 

7.  Numbers  before   have  try'd, 

And  found  the  Promife  true  ; 
Nor    One  be   yet   deny'd, 

Then  why  mould  1  or  you  ? 
Let   us  by    Faith    their   Footfteps   trace, 

And    haften   to    the    Throne   of  Grace. 

8.  As   Fogs    obfeure    the    Light, 

And  taint  the  morning  Air, 
But    foon   are   put   to    Flight, 

If   the    bright  Sun   appear; 
Thus   Jefus    will   our  Sorrows   chafe, 

By   mining  from  the  Throne  of  Grace. 

HYMN     CCCXXII. 

The  Hopes  of  Heaven  our  Support  under  Trials  on  Earth* 
HEN    I  can  read  my    Title  clear 


T-W 


To    Manfions   in    the    Skies, 
I    did  farewell   to   ev'ry   Fear, 
And   wipe   my    weeping    Eyes. 

2.  Should    Earth    againfl    my    Soul    engage, 
And  hellifh    Darts    be  hurPd, 
Then   I  can    fmile    at  Satan's   Rage, 
And    face   a  frowning   World. 

T  3  '  3»  Lee 


C  *94  ) 

3.  Let  Cares  like   a    wild   Deluge  come, 

And   Storms   of  Sorrows    fall, 
May  I    but   fafely   reach   my   Home, 
My    God,  my  Heav'n  my   all, 

4.  There  fhall   I    bathe    my    weary    Soul 

In    Seas    of  heav'n  ly    Reft, 
AiuJ  not    a    Wave   of   Trouble    roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful    Breaft. 

HYMN    CCCXXIII. 

Baptism. 

1.  TT7HEN   John   (tho'  a  Man) 

W    Baptizing   began, 
Believers  in   Jordan,   confefling  their  Sin. 

2.  The  Pharisees  came, 
In   Abraham's    Name, 

For   to    be  baptized,  and    lay  in   their  Claim. 

3.  You    Vipers,    faid   he, 
Who   viarn'd    you   to    flee  ? 

Bring  forth  your  Repentance  that  Fruits  wemayfee, 

4.  And   think   not  indeed, 
You're    Abraham's    Seed, 

And  fo  for   my  Baptism  a  Right  have  to  plead. 

5.  By   this    we    may  fee, 
Our   Baptifm    to   be 

For   none   but    Believers    a   Priviledge   free* 

6.  From    Galilee    came, 
Christ    Jesus    by    Name, 

For   to    be  baptized,   and  was  not   auiani'd, 

,      7.   John   to    him    did   fay, 

Why   com 'ft   thou    to  me, 
When  1  have  need  to  be  baptized  of  thee  ? 

8.  Ok 


(    *9?    ) 

8.  Oh   fuffer    it   fo, 

•  f  is    right    we  mould    mow, 
All  right'ous    Ooedience   wherever   we  go. 

9.  The   Rights   were   perform'd, 
And     ;esus   return'd; 

The  Father  his  Blefimg  lent  down  on  his  Son. 

10.  The    Spirit  of  God, 
Deicends   like    a  Dove  ; 

And   lights   on  the  Sav'our  in  Tokens  of  Love. 

11.  By   this   we  may  fee 
The    whole    Trinity, 

To    honour,  our   Baptifm   do  jointly  agree. 

12.  We'll    not    be   afham'd, 
Where    Jesus  is  nam'd  ; 

He's  precious    unto    us,  tho'  Sinners  blafpheme. 

1 3.  We'll    follow    him    down, 
To    th'    Water  we're    bound, 

Oh  Sinners,  fee    what  an  Example  we've  found. 

HYMN     CCCXX1V. 

Jofeph    made   known    to   his  Brethren^ 

1.  Vf7HEN    Jofeph  his    Brethren   beheld, 

VV    Afflicted,  and    trembling  with  Fear, 
His    Heart   with    Companion  was  fill'd, 

From   weeping   he    could    not   forbear : 
A  while  his   Behaviour    was  rough, 

To  bring   their   pall   Sin    to    their  Mind ; 
But   when   they   were    humbled    enough, 

He   hafted  to   fliew   himfelf  kind. 

2.  How  little   they   thought   it   was   he, 

Whom   they   had  ill   treated    and   fold  ! 
How   great   their  Confufion    muft   be, 
As   foon  as  his  Name  he  had  told  1 

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«  I'm  Jofeph  your   Brother  (he  faid) 

"  And   Hill   to  my    Heart   you  are   dear, 

«  You  fold    me,  and   thought    I   was    dead, 
"  But  God,    for  your  Sakes,  fent  me  here." 

3.  Tho'   greatly    diftreffed   before, 

,  When   charg'd    with    purloining  the  Cup, 
They   now    were    confounded  much  more, 

Not   one  of  them    durft   to  look   up, 
u  Can    Jofeph,    whom  we  would  have  flain, 

"  Forgive   us   the    Evil    we    did  ? 
"  And  will  he   our   Houfholds   maintain  ? 

"  O   this  is    a  Brother  indeed  !" 

4.  Thus   dragg'd   by    my  Confcience,  I  came 

And   laden   with    Guilt,  to  the    Lord ; 
Surrounded    with    Terror   and   Shame, 

Unable    to    utter  a    Word. 
At   firft    he   look'd   ftern  and   fevere, 

What  Anguifh   then   pierced   my  Heart! 
Expecting  each    Moment    to  hear 

The    Sentence,  "  Thou    Curfed  depart !" 

5.  But   oh  !  what    Surprize   when   he   fpoke, 

While   Tendemefs   beam'd   in  his    Face  5 
My    Heart   then  to   Pieces  was    broke, 

O'erwhelm'd    and  confounded  with  Grace  : 
«  Poor    Sinner,    I    know    thee   full    well, 

«  Ey   thee    I    was   fold  and   was  flain ; 
"  I    dy'd    to    redeem    thee    from    Hell, 

And    raife   thee    in   Glory    to    reign. 

6.  I'm  Jefus   whom  thou  haft   blafphem'd, 

"  And    crucify 'd  often  afre/h; 
"  But    let   me    henceforth  0be   eileem'd 

"  Thy  Brother,  thy   Bone,  and  thy  Fleffcf 
"  My    Pardon    I    freely   beftow, 

<<  Thy  Wants   I    will    fully   fupply  ; 
"  I'll  guide  thee   and    guard  thee  below, 

"And    foon   will   remove    thee    on  high » 

7.  Go 


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7.  Go   publifh  to  Sinners    around, 

"  (That    they   may   be   willing  to  come) 
"  The    Mercy  which   now   you    have  found, 

"  And  tell    them   that  yet  there  is  Room.'' 
O    Sinners  the    Meflage  obey  ! 

No  more   vain    Excufes   pretend; 
But    come,    without   further    Delay, 

To    Jefus    our   Brother   and   Friend. 

HYMN     CCCXXV. 

"Lord's    Day   Evening, 

1.  W/HEN,  O   dear   Jefus,  when  fhall  I 

W       Behold   thee  all  Serene? 
Blefl  in   perpetual    Sabbath-Day, 
Without  a    Veil   between  % 

2.  Affift  me  while    I    wander  here, 

Amidft    a   World  of  Cares  ; 
faicline   my   Heart  to    pray   with    Love, 
"t&nd   then    accept    my   Pray'rs. 

3.  Releafe    my    Soul  from   ev'ry    Chain, 

No    more    Hell's   Captive    led ; 
And    pardon    a    repenting  Child, 
For    whom    the    Saviour  bled* 

4.  Spare   me,  O    God,  O   fpare  the  Soul 

That   gives    itfelf  to    thee  ; 
Take    all    that    I    poflefs   below, 
And  give    thyfelf  to   me. 

.  .  t 

5.  Thy  Spirit,    O  my    Father,  give, 

To    be  my  Guide  and   Friend, 
To   light  my   Way  to    ceafelefs    Joys, 
Where    Sabbaths  never   end. 


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HYMN     CCCXXVI. 

1.  "1X7HEN    our  great  Sov 'reign  from  on  High, 

Our    Lord  and  Saviour,  was   aware, 
That   he    his   chofen  Family, 

e'er  whom  he  watch 'd    with  tender  Care, 
Would   be   compelled    (bon    to    leave; 

He    fill'd    with    i^ove    and   Grief  in tenfe, 
To  them    Lis    Farewel    Bleiiing   gave, 

Before  his    SufF 'rings   did    commence* 

2.  Feeling  beforehand    all  the    Weight 

Of  .nofe  dire  Scenes   of  Pain  and    Woe, 
Which    he    well    knew    did   him    await, 

His    Love  towards  his    own    to    mow, 
He    Water  in   a    Bafon   pour'd, 

And    warned    his  Difciples    Feet, 
Their    Souls    already    by   his  Word, 

Save  one,  were   cieanfed  ev'ry    whit. 

3.  When    he    this   A(fl   of  Love    had  done, 

He  unto   hii  Difciples   faid  : 
<»To   you    I've    an    Lxample   mown: 

"  Ye    call   me    Mailer.   Lord,  and    Head, 
"  If  I    as  fuch  have    wam'd    your    Feet, 

*<  To    one    another   do   the   fame.'' 
This    folemn    Aft.    to    celebrate, 

We're    now   aflembled    in   his    Name, 

4.  Arife    then,  and   with   due    refpedt, 

With   humble   Shame  and   Willingnefs, 
Do   what   our    Saviour    doth    direct, 

Endowed    with    Difciple's    Grace  ! 
Since   Jefus  to  releafe    from  Sin 

Unto   his    People    Power  gave, 
We   in  his    Name   are   now    wafh'd   clean, 

And  with   our    Lord    a  Part   may    have. 

5.  Lord    Jefus  (Thrift,    we    pray,  be    near, 

Forgive  us  all  our  Trefpaffes  j  With 


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With  Joy    Divine    om    Spirit  cheer, 

Abiolve  and  giant   us   pard'ning   Grace! 

As   our    Hiah-piielt    lift  up  thy    Hand, 
That  Hand  the  Nail  once  pierced  through* 

Thy    Mercy   unto    us    extend, 
Rich   Herrings    upon    all   bellow. 

6.  Infpire   our    Hearts   with  mutual  Love, 
O    may    we    truly    humble  be, 
Thy   faithful    Servants    ever  prove, 
,      Who    yield    in   all    Things   Joy  to  thee  : 
In    one    Obedience    to    thy    Word, 

We   now    have    v.ahYd    each    others  Feet, 
Thy   bleft   Example,    giacious    Lord, 
To   follow,  we  find  always   meet. 

jt  Sure   as   thou   art  the    Churches  Head, 

Sure    as   we    Duft   and    Ames    are, 
So  fuie    we   by    thy    Klocd,  once    flied, 

Are  now,  through  Grace,  abfolv'dand  clear j 
Sure  as  thy   Crcfles   Church   remains 

To    the   blind    World    a    Spectacle, 
So   fure    in    her    thy   Spirit  reigns, 

And    thou   dolt  in  thy   Temple  dwell. 

HYMN    CCCXXVII. 

1.  TT7HEN     riling    from  the    Bed  of  Death, 

VV    O  crpreft    with   Guilt   and    Fear, 
I  meet  my  Maker    Face   to    Face, 
Oh,  how  lhall   I    appear  ? 

2.  If  yet  while   Pardon    may  be  found, 

And    Mercy    may    be   fought, 
My   Heart    with   inward    Horror  fhrinks, 
And   trembles  at    the    Thought  ! 

3.  When    thou,  O    Lord,  lhall  Hand    difclos'd 

In   Majefty    Severe, 

And 


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And  fit   in  Judgment  on  my   Soul  j 
Oh  i   how   fhall  I    appear! 

4.  But   thou   haft   told  the    troubled  Mind, 

That    doth    her    Sins    lament, 
The    timely   Tribute   of  her   Tears 
Shall  future  Woes  prevent. 

5.  Then    hear  the    Sorrows   of  my   Heart 

Ere   yet  it   be    too   late  ; 
And  hear  my   Saviour's  dying  Groans, 
To  give  thofe    Sorrows    Weight. 

6.  For    never   fhall   my    Soul  defpair 

Her    Pardon    to  fecure, 
Who   knows    thy  only    Son  has  dy'd 
To   feal    that  pardon    Aire. 

HYMN     CCCXXVIJI. 

Hezekiah's   Song;    or,    Sicknefs  aiid  Recovery,  Ifa, 
xxxviii.  p,  &c. 

*•  IJC/^N    we  are  rais'd  from  deep  Diflrefs 
W     Our   God    deferves  a    Song; 
We   take    the   Pattern   of  our    Praife 
From   Hezekiah's   Tongue 

2.  The    Gates   of  the  devouring   Grave 

Are  opcnM  wide  in  vain, 
If  he    that  holds  the  Keys  of  Death 
Commands   them   fail  again. 

3.  Pains  of  the    Flefh    are  wont   t'  Abufe 

Our    Mind    with   flavifli  Fears ; 
Our    Days    are    paft,    and    we    fhall   lofe 
The    Remnant  of  our    Years. 

4.  We   chatter  with    a    Swallows   Voice, 

Or   like  a    Dove    we    mourn, 
With    Bittemefs  inftead    of  Joys, 

Afflicted   and^  forlorn.  5.  Jehovah 


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5.  Jehovah    fpeaks    the    healing  Word, 
And   no    Difeafe    withftands, 
Fevers    and  Plagues   obey    the    Lord, 
And   fly    at   his    Commands. 

6„  If  half   the    Strings    of  Life  mould    break, 
He    can    our    Frame   reftore : 
He  carls  our    Sins   behind    his    Back, 
And  they   are   found   no    more, 

HYMN     CCCXXIX. 

Strength  from  Heaven,    Ifa.  xl.  27,   28,  20,   30. 

1.  \T7Hence    do  our  mournful  Thoughts  arife 

VV    And    where's  our  Courage    fled  f 
Has    reftlefs   Sin,    and   raging  Hell, 
Struck    all   our    Comforts    dead  ? 

2.  Have  we  forgot   th*  Almighty    Name, 

That   form'd    the    Earth   and    Sea  ? 
And   can   an  all-creating   Arm, 
Grow    weary,    or  decay  ? 

3.  Treafures    of  everlafting  Might 

In    our   Jehovah    dwell ; 
He  gives   the  Conqueft   to   the    Weak, 
And   treads   their   Foes  to   Hell. 

4.  Mere   mortal    Pow'r  mall  fade    and    die, 

And    youthful   Vigour   ceafe; 
But   we    that    wait   upon  the    Lord, 
Shall    feel   our    Strength    increafe. 

5.  The   Saints   fhall    mount    on    Eagles    Wings, 

And  tafte  the  promis'd  Blifs, 
'Till  their   unwearied    Feet   arrive 
Where  perfect   Pleafure   is. 

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HYMN     CCCXXX. 

1.  XX7HILE    Shepherds  watch  their  Flocks  by 

VV  Night, 

All    feated    on    the  Ground, 
The   Angel    of   the    LORD    came  down, 
And    Glory    mone   around, 

2.  "  Fear   not/'  faid    he    (for   mighty  Dread 

Had  feiz'd    their    troubled    Mind  ;) 
**  Glad    Tidings    of  great    Joy    1   bring 
"  To    you   and    all    Mankind, 

3.  *«  To   you   in   David's    Town,    this   Day 

"  Is  born  of   David's    Line, 
"A    SAVIOUR,  who  is  CHRIST  the  LORD, 
«  And    this   fhall   be   the  Sign,  * 

4.  "  The  heav'nly  Babe    ye  there    fhall  find 

**  To   human    view    difplay'd, 
<l  All    meanly    wrapt   in   fwathing    Bands, 
"  And  in    a    Manger    laid." 

5.  Thus    fpake  the  Seraph  ;    and  forthwith 

Appear'd    a  mining    Throng 
Of  Angels   prailing  GOD,  and   thus 
Addrefs'd    their    heav'nly   Song : 

6.  "All    Glory    be    to    GOD    on    High  ; 

<f  And   on    the    Earth    be    Peace, 
"  Good  Will,  henceforth  from  Heav'n  to  Man 
te  Begin   and    never  ceafe." 

HYMN     CCCXXXI. 

The   Humiliation   and  Exaltation    of  Christ,    Ifa« 
Liii.  I — 5,   10 — 13. 


*-w 


HO    has  believM    thy    Word, 
Or   thy    Salvation  known  ? 

Reveal, 


(  3©3  ) 

Reveal   thine  Arm    almighty-  Lord; 
And  glorify  thy   Son, 

2.  The    Jews  efteem'd   him  here 
Too    mean    for   their    Belief: 
Sorrows   his  chief   Acquaintance   were, 
And   his    Companion,  Grief. 

$.  They  turn'd    their  Eyes  away, 
And    treated    him   with  Scorn  ; 
But   'twas  their  Griefs    upon    him   lay, 
Their   Sorrows  he    has   borne. 

4.  'Twas    for  the    itubborn    Jews, 

And    Gentiles  then    unknown, 
The    God    of  Jultice    pleas'd  to    bruife 
His   befl  beloved    Son. 

5.  (<  But   I'll   prolong    his    Days, 

u  And    make    his  Kingdom    ftand  ; 
"My   Plenfure   (faith  the  God  of  Grace) 
"  Shall    profper    in  his  Hand. 

;  [6.  "  His  joyful  Soul   fhall  fee 
**  The  Purchafe  of  his  Pain, 
<(  And   by    his    Knowledge  juftify 
"  The  guilty  Sons  of  Men.] 

£ 7*  **  Ten    thoufand    Captive  Slaves 
<c  Releas'd    from  Death    and  Sin, 
"  Shall  quit  their  Prtfons  and    their   Graves. 
"  And  own   his   Pow'r  Divine,] 

[S.  '*  Heav'n   fliall    advance    my    Son 
"  To   Joys    that    Earth    deny'd  ; 
« Who    faw   the   Follies    Men  had  done, 
•*  And    bore   their   Sins,     and  dy'd."] 


HYMN 


(  3°4) 
HYMN    CCCXXXII. 

The  Strength  of  Christ's  Love,  and  the  SouPs  Jea- 
loufy  of  her  own,  Sol.  Song  viii.  5,  6,  7,  I3>M. 

Tr.  \Jj"/HO  is  this  fair   °ne  in   Diftrefs, 

yf  y     That  travels   from    the  Wildernefs  f 
And    prefs'd   with    Sorrows    and  with  Sins, 
On  her  beloved   Lord  ihe   leans  ! 

i.  This   is  the    Spoufe    of  Chrift  our   God, 

Bought  with   the    Treaiiires   of  his   Blood ; 
And   her  Requeit,    and    her    Complaint, 
Is  but   the    Voice   of  ev'ry  Saint.) 

3.  "  O  let   my   Name    engraven  ftand, 

"  Both    on    thy    Heart,  and   on   thy   Hand  ;. 
?<  Seal    me   upon    thine   Arm,    and   wear 
"  That  Pledge    of  Love    for   ever  there. 

4    "  Stronger  than  Death  thy  Love  is  known, 
f*  Which  Floods  of  Wrath  could  never  drown; 
<(  And   Hell  and    Earth  in    vain  combine, 
<(  To  quench  a    Fire    fo  much  divine. 

5.  "  But    I   am  jealous    of  my  Heart, 

"  Led:  it  mould    once   from    thee    depart  ; 
"  Then    let  thy    Name   be  well  imprefs'd, 
(<  As  a   fair    Signet   on  my  Breaft. 

6.  "  Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  Home, 
"  Where  Fears  and  Doubts  can  never  come; 
"  Thy  Count'nance    let    me  djften    fee, 

«  And    often   thou    flialt   hear   from   me. 

7.  r<  Come,  my    Beloved,  hafte   away, 

"  Cut    Ihort   the  Hours  of  thy    Delay  ; 
"  Fly   like    a  youthful    Hart    or   Roe, 
i(  Over   the   Hills   where   Spices   grow.'' 

HYMN 


(  3°5"  ) 
H  Y  M  N     CCCXXXIII. 

Char  after  of a  Saint  :    Or,  A Citizen  of '  Zion  ;   Or, 
'The   Qualifications    of  a   Chriftian. 

1.  VI7HO   fhall   inhabit  in    thy   Hill, 

VV    O  God    of  Holinefs  ? 
Whom  will    the  Lord    admit   to    dwell 
So  near    his    Throne    of  Grace  ? 

2.  The   Man  that   walks    in  pious  Ways, 

And    works    with   right'ous    Hands  ; 
That   trufts   his   Maker's  Promifes, 
And    follows  his  Commands. 

3.  He  fpeaks  the  Meaning  of  his   Heart, 

Nor  flanders    with  his    Tongue; 
Will   fcarce  believe  an   ill    Report, 
Nor    do  his  Neighbour  Wrong. 

4.  The  wealthy  Sinner   he   contemns, 

Loves   all  that  fear  the   Lord ; 
And   tho'   to  his  own    Hurt   he   fvvears, 
Still    he   performs   his    Word. 

5.  His    Hands    difdain   a   golden  Bribe, 

And  never  gripe   the   Poor  ; 
This   Man  fhall    dwell  with   God  on  Earth, 
And  find   His   Heav'n  fecure» 


HYMN    GGGKXXIV. 

'he  Death    and    Burial  of  a   Saint, 


'H]f  do  we   mourn   departing   Friends 
Or  make    at    Death's    Alarms  ? 
'Tis   but  the  Voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To   call   them    to   his    Arms. 

2t  Are  we   not  tending   upward    too, 
As  fall  as    Time  can   move  ? 

U  Nor 


(  3o6  ) 

Nor  mould   we  wifh   the  Hours    more  flow 
To   keep  us   from   our   Love. 

$.  Why  mould  we   tremble   to  convey 
Their    Bodies   to    the    Tomb  ! 
There   the   dear  Flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left   a  long  Perfume. 

4,  The  Graves  of  all  his  Saints  he  blefi'd, 

And   foft'ned    ev'ry    Bed  : 
Where   mould   the    dying    Members   reft, 
But   with  their    dying    Head  ? 

5,  Thence  he  arofe,  afcended   High, 

And    fliew'd  our  Feet  the    Way  : 
Up   to    the    Lord   our  Flefh   mail  fly, 
At    the    great    rifing  Day. 

6,  Then   let  the  laft  loud    Trumpet  found, 

And  bid  our    Kindred   rife  ; 
Awake,  ye   Nations,  under   Ground, 
Ye  Saints   afcend    the    Skies. 

HYMN    CCCXXXV. 

Departed  Sa'nits  afleep,  Mark  v.  30.  1  Thefs.  iv.  1 3. 

1.  «  "\17HY  flow  thefe  Torrents  of  Diflrefs  V 

VV    (The    gentle    Saviour    cries) 
«  Why  are    my  fleeping    Saints  furvey'd 
"  With  unbelieving    Eyes  ! 

2.  "  Death's  feeble   Arms   {hall   never  boaft, 

"  A    Friend  of  Christ   is  flain  ; 
«<  Nor  o'er  their   meaner  Part   in    Duft 
« A  lafling   Pow'r  retain. 

2.  «  I    come,    on    Wings   of  Love    I    come, 
**  The    SlumbVers '  to    awake  ; 
**  My  Voice    fhall  reach  the  deepeft  Tomb, 
"  And  all   its   Bonds  fliall   break. 

4.  «  Touch 'd 


(  3°7  ) 

$.  «  Touch'd      by   my  Hand,  in  Smiles  they  rife; 
<<  They    rife    to   fleep  no   more; 
«  But  rob'd  with  Light  and  crown'd  with  Joy, 
"  To   endlejs   Day  they   foar." 

5.  Jefus,  our   Faith  receives    thy   Word  ; 
And,  tho'    fond    Nature    weep, 

Grace    learns    to   hail  the   pious  Dead, 
And  emulate    their  Sleep. 

6.  Our  willing  Souls  thy  Summons   wait 
With    them   to    reft    and   praife  ; 

So    let    thy   much-la v'd    Prefence    cheer 
Thefe    feparating   Days. 

HYMN     CCCXXXVL 

Christ's  CQ?npafion  to   the  Weak  and  Tempted, 

1.  TTt7ITH  Joy   we   meditate  the   Grace 
VV    Of  our    High    Prieft    above  ; 

His   Heart  is   made  of  Tendernefs, 
His    Bowels   melt   with    Love. 

2.  Touch'd   with   a    Sympathy   within, 

He  knows   our   feeble    Frame  ; 
He  knows   what   fore    Temptations    mean, 
For    he   has    felt   the   fame. 

3.  But   fpotlefs,  innocent    and   pure, 

The    great   Redeemer    itood, 
While    Satan's   fiery    Darts    he    bore, 
And    did  refift  to    Blood. 

4.  He    in   the   Days  of  feeble    Flefh 

Pour'd   out  his   Cries    and   Tears, 
And   in   his    Meafure    feels   afrefh 
What  ev'ry   Member    bears. 

[5.  He'll    never    quench   the   fmoking  Flax, 
But   raife   it   to    a    Flame  ; 

U   2  The 


(  3°8  ) 

The  bririfed  Reed    he   never   breaks, 
Nor   fcorns    the    meanelt    Name.] 

6.  Then   let   our    humble    Faith   addrefs ; 
Pis    Mercy    and   his    Pow'r, 
We    (hall  obtain   deli  v 'ring   Grace 
In   the    ciiftrefhng    Hour. 

HYMN     CCCXXXVII. 

A  Practical  Improvement    of  Saptifm,  Col,  iii,  I, 

jt   "XTE    Children  of  your   God    attend  ; 
X     Ye    Heirs    of  Glory   hear ; 
For    Accents,  fo  Divine    as    thefe, 
Might   charm    the   dulleft   Ear. 


to 


2.  Baptiz'd   into  your   Saviour's  Death, 

Your    Souls  to  Sin   muft    die  ; 
With   Christ  your  Lord,  ye   live    anew, 
With   Christ    afcend    on  High. 

3.  There   by    his    Father's    Side    he   fits, 

Enthron'd    divinely    fair  ; 
Yet    owns    himfelf  your  Brother  flill, 
Ann    your    Forerunner    there. 

4.  Rife   from   tbefe   earthly   Trifles,  rife 

On    Wings   of   Faith  and   Love  ; 
Above  your    choiceit   Treafure   lies, 
And  be  your   Hearts   above. 

5.  But    Earth  and    Sin    will  drag   us   down, 

When    we    attempt   to    fly  ; 
Lord,  fend  thy    ftrong  attractive  Pow'r 
To   raife  and   fix   us   High, 


HYMN 


C  309  ) 

HYMN    CCCXXXVIII. 

Yet  there  is    Room,  Luke  xiv.  22. 

I*  \7"^    dying   Sons    of   Men, 

X     Immerg'd   in    Sin    and    Woe, 
The   Gofpels    Voice    attend, 
Which    Jesus   fends    to   you  : 
Ye    Perifhing    and    Guilty,  come, 
In   Jesus'  Arms    there    yet  is   Room* 

2.  No    longer   now    delay, 

Nor  vain    Excufes    name : 
He    bids    you    come    To- Day, 
Tho'    Poor,   and    Blind,    and    Lame ; 
All    Things    are   ready,  Sinner  come, 
For    ev'ry    trembling  Soul   there's  Room* 

3.  Believe  the  heav'nly    Word 

His    Meflengers    proclaim  j 

He   is    a   gracious    Lord, 

And  faithi'ul    is  his    Name  : 
Backfliding    Souls,  return  and    come, 
Call    off  Defpair,  there   yet    is   room. 

4.  Compel] 'd   by   bleeding    Love, 

Ye  wand 'ring    Sheep    draw    near, 
Christ   calls   you   from  above, 
His   charming    Accents   hear  ! 

Let    whofoever    will,  now  come  ; 

In    Mercy's    Breaft   there   ftill   is    Room, 

HYMN     CCCXXXIX. 

The  Goodnefs   of  God,  Nahum    1.   7. 

I.   T/"E  humble  Souls,  approach  your    God 
X    With    Songs    of  (acred    Praife, 
For   he    is    good,  immenfely  good, 
And  kind    are  all  his   ways. 

U  3  2.  All 


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2.  All  Nature  owns  his   guardian   Care, 
In   him    we    live    and    move ; 
But   nobler    Benefits   declare 
The    Wonders  of  his    Love. 

g.  He  gave  his   Son,  his    only   Son, 
To    ranfom    Rebel    Worms  ; 
'Tis  here  he   makes  his   Goodnefs   knowa 
In   its   diviner    Forms. 

4.  To    this    dear  Refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here   our   Hope  relies  ; 
A   fafe    Defence,  a   peaceful   Home, 
When    Storms   of  Trouble    rife. 

5.  Thine  Eye   beholds,  with    kind    Regard, 

The    Souls    who    truft  in  thee  ; 
Their    humble    Hope  thou    wilt    reward 
With  Blifs   divinely   free. 

6.  Great   God,  to   thy    almighty   Love, 

What    Honours  mall    we    raife  ? 
Not  all    the   raptur'd    Songs   above 
Can    render    equal    P raife. 

HYMN     CCCXL. 

Comfort  to  fuch  as  feek  a  ri/en  Jesus,  Matt.  28.  5,6, 

*♦   "\7"E  humble    Souls    that   feek    the   Lord, 
X     Chafe    all   your  Fears   away  ; 
And  bow    with   Fleafure    down    to    fee 
The   Place   where  Jesus  lay. 

2-  Thus  low    the    Lord    of  Life  was  brought ; 
Such   Wonders    Love  can    do ; 
Thus    cold    in    Death,  that   Bofoni  lay, 
Which    throb'd  and  bled  for  you. 
5.  A   Moment   give   a    Loofe    to  Grief, 
Let   grateful    Sorrows    rife  ; 
And    wafh    the  bloody    Stains  away, 

With  Torrents  from  your  Eyes.        4.  Then 


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4.  Then  dry  your  Tears,  and  tune  "your  Songs, 

The    Saviour   lives    again ; 
IsJol  all   the   Gates    and   Bars  of  Death 
The  Concfror    could   detain. 

5.  High  o'er  th'  angelic    Bands  he   rears 

His    once    difhonour'd    Head ; 
.And  tho'   unnumber'd    Years  he   reigni, 
Who   dwelt   among   the    Dead. 

6.  With    Joy,  like    his,  fhall  ev'ry  Saint 

His    empty    Tomb    furvey; 
Then  rife,  with  his  aicending   Lord, 
To   Realms  of  endlefs    Day. 

HYMN     CCCXLI. 

The  fuccefsful  Refolve — I  wilt  go  in  unto  the  K'tngy 
Efler  iv,  16. 

1.  \7"E  humble   Sinners,  in   whofe   Breaft, 

X    A   thoufand    Thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with    your   Guilt   and  Fear  oppreft, 
And  make   this  laft    Refolve. 

2.  'fill  go  to   Jesus,  tho'   my   Sin 

"  Hath   like    a  Mountain   rofe  ; 
"  I   know    his    Courts,  I'll   enter  in, 
«  Whatever    may   oppofe. 

3.  "  Proftrate   I'll   lie  before   his    Throne, 

<£  And  there  my   Guilt  confefe, 
*«  I'll  tell    him    I'm  a   Wretch   undone 
H  Without   his   fov'reign  Grace, 

4.  <<  I'll   to    the   gracious    King  approach, 

"  Whofe   Scepter  Pardon   gives, 
"  Perhaps   he   may    command   my   Touch, 
"  And   then   the    Suppliant  lives, 

5.  «  Perhaps  he   will  admit    my  Plea, 

"  Perhaps   will  hear   my  Pray'r ; 

U  4  "But 


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ei  But  if  I   perifh   I    will    pray, 

"  And    perifh  only    there. 
6.  "  I    can    but   perifh   if  I   go, 

'■  I    am  refolv'd  to   try  : 
"For  if  I  flay    away,   i    know 

*(  1  niuft   for   ever   die." 

HYMN     CCCXLII. 

Fear   not,   it   is  your  Father's  good  Pieafurc  to  give 
you  thj    Ktiig.om,   Luke    xii.  32. 

1.  \fE   Httle  Flock,  whom    Jesus    feeds, 

i     Lifmifs    your   anxious    Carts  ; 
Look  to    the    Shepherd   of  your   Souls, 
And  fmile  away   your  Fears. 

2.  Tho'    Wolves  and  Lions  prowl  -around, 

His    Staff  is    your    Defence  : 
'Midft  Saiuis  and  Rocks  your  Shepherd's  Voice 
Calls   Streams  and    Paflures   thence. 

3.  Your    Father  will   a    Kingdom    give, 

And    give    it   with    Delight  ; 
His   feebleft  Child    his    Love  fhall   call 
To    triumph    in    his    Sight. 

4.  Ten  thonfand    Praifes,  Lord,    we    brin°- 

For   fure    Supports    like   thefe  ; 
And    o'er   the   pious   Dead  we    Sing 
Thy    living    Promifes* 

5.  For    all    we   Hope,  and    they    enjoy, 

We  blefs   a  Saviour's   Name  ; 
Nor   fhall    that  Stroke    difturb    the    Song, 
Which  breaks    this   mortal    Frame. 

HYMN     CCGXLIII. 

Co7nfortfor  pious  Parents,  who  have  been  bereaved  of 
their    Children,   Ifaiah  lvi.  4,  5. 

*■   VE  mourning  Saints,  whofe  ftreaming  Tears 
•I     Flow  o'er  your  Children  dead,  Say 


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Say  not   in  Tranfports   of  Delpiir, 
That   all  your    Hopes   are   fled. 

2.  While  cleaving    to  that  darling  Dull, 

In   fond    Diftrels   ye   lie: 
Rife,  and    vvirh    joy  and    RevVenee  vievr 
A    heav'nly    Parent  nigh. 

3.  Tho'    your  young    Branches  torn    away, 

Like    wither'd     rrunks    }e    It  and, 

Witu   tairer    Verdure    fhall    \e    bloom, 

Touch'd   by  th'  Mlnngiity'b   Hand. 

4.  "  I'll    give    the    Mourner,"    faith  the    Lord, 

"  In    my    own    Houle    a    Place, 
"  No    Names    of   Daugiue/s    and    of   Sons 
"  Could   yield    16   high    a   Grace. 

5.  f  Traniient  and    vain    is    ev'ry    Hope 

"  A    riling    Race  can  pive  ; 
"  In    endlefs   Honour    ana    Delight 
"  My    Children   alii   lhall   live." 

6.  We    welcome,   Lord,   thofe    riling    Tears, 

Thro'    which    thy   Face    we    lee, 
And  blefsthoie  YVounJV  which  thro'  our  Hearts 
Prepare    a    Way   for    thee. 

HYMN     CCCXLIV. 

Praife  for  Comer 'fion9  Pfalm  ucvi,  16. 
E   Souls    that    fear    the    Lord, 


1  Y 


Come,    lillen   while   I    tell, 
How    narrowly    my    Fe<et   efcap'd 
The   Snares  of  Death   and    Hell. 

2.  The  flatt'ring    Joys   of*  Senfe 
Affair  d   my    foolilh     Heart, 

U  *  While 


(  V4  ) 

While   Satan,    with   malicious   Skill, 
Guided    ihe   pois'nous    Dart. 

3.  I   fell    beneath  the    Stroke, 

But  fell    to    rife    again ; 
My    Anguifh    rpus'd    me   into  Life, 
And    Pleaiure    fprung  from   Pain. 

4.  Darknefs,    and   Shame,  and   Grief 

Cpprefs'd    my    gloomy    Mind ; 
I  look'd   around    me    for    Relief, 
But  no   Relief  could  find. 

5.  At  Length  to  God    I  cry'd; 

He    heard    my  plaintive   Sigh, 
He  heard,  and    inftantly    he   sent 
Salvation    from    on    High* 

6.  My    drooping  Head   he   rais'd, 

My  bleeding   Wounds  he    heal'd 
Pardon 'd    my    Sins,    arid    with   a   Smile 
The  gracious  Pardon   feal'd, 

7.  O  !  may  1   ne'er   forget 

The   Mercy   of  my  God; 
Nor    ever   want   a   Tongue  to  fpread 
His   louden:   Praife    abroad. 

HYMN     CCCXLV. 

Bright   and   Morning  Star,  Rev.  xxii.   16. 

1.  ^TE  Worlds  of  Light,  that   roll   fo    near 

J.     The  Saviour's    Throne  of  mining  Blifs, 
O    tell   how   mean   your  Glories  arc. 
How   faint,    and   few,   compar'd    with   his. 

2.  We   fmg    the   bright  and   Morning-Star, 

(  Jesus,  the    Spring    of  Light    and    Love : ) 
See    how  its    Rays,   difFus'd    from  far, 
Conduct  us  to  the   llealms  above, 

3.  Its 


C  P*  ) 

5.  Its  cheering  Beams,   fpead   wide   abroad, 
Point   out  the    puzzled  Chriftian's    Way ; 
Still   as    he  goes,  he   finds   the  Road 
Enlighten'd    with    a    conftant    Day. 

4.  [Thus   when  the    Eaftern    Magi   brought 
Their   Royal    Gifts,  a    Star    appears, 
Directs   them    to  the    Babe   they  fought, 
And  guides  their  Steps,  and  calms  their  Fears.*] 

5.  When  fhall  we   reach  the    heav'nly    Place, 
Where  this  bright  Star  will  brighter!,  fhine  ; 
Leave,    far  behind,    thefe    Scenes  of  Night, 
And   view    a    Luiire   fo    Divine  ! 

HYMN    CCCXLVI. 

The    Sower,  Matt.  xiii.  4 — 9. 

1.  \7"E  Sons  of   Earth    prepare   the    Plough, 

X     Break   up   your    fallow    Ground  ! 
The    Sower   is  gone   forth    to    fow, 
And    fcatter    Bleihngs    round. 

2.  The   Seed    that    finds    a    ftony    Soil, 

Shoots   forth  a   hafty   Blade  ; 
But    ill    repays    the  Sower's    Toil  ; 
Soon    wither'd,  fcorch'd,  and    dead. 

3.  The  thorny  Ground  is  Aire  to    baulk 

All    Hopes   of  Harveft  there  : 
We  find   a    tall    and   fickly    Stalk, 
But   not    the    fruitful  Ear. 

4.  The  beaten   Path,  and    High-Way  Side 

Receive  the   Truft  in    vain  ; 
The  watchful    Birds    the   Spoil   divide 
And   pick   up   all   the   Grain, 

5.  But 


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5.  But  where  the   Lord  of  Grace  and  Pow'r 

Has    blels'a    the    happy    Held  ; 
How   plenteous    is  ihe   Golden  Store 
Xi.e   deep- wrought    Furrows    yield! 

6,  Father   of   ?v!ercies;  we   have    need 

Of  thy   preparing    Grace  ; 
Let    the  fame    Hand    that   gives   the  Seed 
Provide    a    fruitful    Fiace. 

HYMN     CCCXLVII. 

Protection  from  Death,  Guard  of  Angels,  Victory  and 
Deliverance, 

I.VE    Sons   of  Men,  a    feeble  Race, 
A    Fxpos  d    to   ev'ry    Snare, 
Come,  make   the   Lord  your  Dwelling-Place, 
And  try    and    truft   his    Care, 

2,  No    ill    fhall   enter    where   you   dwell  ; 

Or  if  the  Plague   come    nigh, 
And   fweep   the    Wicked    down  to   Hell, 
'Twill    raife    his   Saints    on    High. 

3,  He'll   give    his    Angt-ls    Charge  to   keep 

Your    Feet  in    all    their   Ways, 
To  watcli    your   Pillows  while   you  fleep, 
And   guard    your    happy    Days, 

4,  Their    Hands   fhall   bear  you,   left   you  fall, 

And   dafn  againft   toe    Stones  : 

Are  they    not   Servants  at  his  Call ; 

And    lent   t'  attend   his    Sons  I 

5,  Adders  and    Lions   ye    fhall   tread  % 

The    Tempters   Wiles   defeat  j 
He    that    hath   broke    the    Serpent's  Head, 
Puts   him    beneath    your  Feet. 

6,  <<  Becaufe  on    me    they  fet   their    Love, 

"  Til  fave  them,"   faith   the    Lord" 

«  I'll 


(  ?i7  ) 


>'  I'll  bear   their  joyful    Souls   above 
"  -Above   Deftrucuon  and    the    Sword. 

7.  *'  My  Grace   mall  anfwer   when  they  call; 

"  In   TroubJe   I'll   be    nigh  ; 
"  My  Pow'r  fliall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And    raife   them   when   they    die. 

8.  "  Thofe  that  on  Earth  my  Name  have  known, 

I'll    honour  them   in    rleav'n  ; 
>'  There    my    Salvation   mall    be    mown, 
"  And    endlefs  Life    be    giv'n." 

HYMN     CCCXLVIII. 

Death    and   the   Refurreftion. 

1.  "\7"E    Sons  of  Pride    that   hate   the   Juft, 

X    And    trample    on  the    Poor, 
When  Death  has  brought  you  down  to  Duft, 
Your    Pomp  fhall  rife    no    more. 

2.  The   laft   great  Day  fhall  change  the  Scene; 

When  will    that    Hour    appear  ? 
When   lhall    the    Juft   revive,  and    reign 
O'er    all   thall  fcorn'd   them    here? 

3.  God  will  my  naked    Soul    receive, 

When  fep'rate   from    the  Flefh  ; 
And    break    the  Prifon  of  the    Grave,   . 
To   raife   my   Bones    afrefli. 

4.  Heav'n    is  my   everlafting  Rome, 

Th'  Inheritance    is  fure  ; 
Let   Men    of  Pride   their   Rage   refume, 
But   I'll    repine    no   more. 

HYMN    CCCXLIX. 

The   Midnight   Cry,   Matt.  xxv.  6. 

I*   "\TE  Virgin   Souls,   arife, 

1    With  all  the  Dead  awake,  LTnto 


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Unto   Salvation  wife, 

Oil    in   your   Veflels   take  : 
Upftarting   at   the    Midnight-Cry, 
Behold  your  heav'nly    Budegrooni    nigh„ 

2.  He   comes,  he   comes,  to  call 

The   Nations  to  his    Bar, 

Arid    take  to  Glory    all 

Who    meet   for    Glory   are  : 
Make   ready   for   your    free    Reward, 
Go  forth    with  Joy    to    meet    your    Lord.— 

3»  Go   meet  him   in   the    Sky, 

Your    everlafting    Friend  ; 

Your   Head    to    glorify, 

With    all  his    Saints    afcend ; 
Ye  pure    in   Heart,  obtain  the   Grace 
To  fee5  without   a   Veil,    his    Face. 

4.  Ye  that  have  here  receiv'd 
The    Unction  from    above, 
And   in    his    Spirit  liv'd, 
And   thirfted  for  his   Love  ; 

Jefus    mall    claim   you    for    his    Bride  ; 
Rejoice  with    all   the    Sanctify'd. 

5.  Rejoice,   in   glorious    Hope, 
Of  that  great  Day   unknown, 
When    you    mall    be   caught   up 
To   Hand    before  his  Throne ; 

Call'd  to   partake  the  Marriage- Feaft, 
And    lean  on  our   Emmanuel's    Breaft. 

6.  The    everlafting  Doors 
Shall  fbon  the   Saint   receive, 
Above    thofe    Angel-Pow'rs 
Ifl    glorious  Joy    to   live  ; 

Far   from    a  World    of  Grief  and    Sin, 
With  God  eternally  ihut  in. 

7.  The* 


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7.  Then  let  us  wait  to   hear 
The  Trumpet's  welcome   So.und ; 
To    fee    our    Lord    appear, 
May    we   be    watching    found  ; 
With   that   blefs'd    Wedding -Robe   endu'd, — 
The  Blood  and  Right 'oufnefs  of  God* 

HYMN     CCCL. 

Providing  Bags  that  wax  not  oldi  Luke  xii.  33. 

1.  "\^ES,  there   are  Joys    that  cannot  die, 

X    With    God    laid    up   in    Store  ; 
Treasure,  beyond   the   changing  Sky, 
Brighter  than  Golden  ore. 

2.  The  Seeds   which  Piety  and   Love 

Have   fcatter'd  here  below, 
In  the   fair  fertile   Fields  above, 
To   ample    Harvefts  grow. 

3.  The  Mite,  my  willing  Hands,   can  give. 

At  Jesus*    Feet   I    lay  ; 
Grace    fhall   the  humble   Gift    receive, 
And   Grace    at    large    repay. 

HYMN    CCCLI. 

The  AttraBion   of  the  Crofs,  John  xii.  32. 

1.  "^ONDER amazing     Sight'- 1  fee 

X    Th'  incarnate  Son    of  God, 
Expiring    on   th'  accurfed    Tree, 
And  vvelt'ring   in   his  Blood. 

2.  Behold    a  purple   Torrent  run 

Down   from   his  Hand's  and    Head  : 
The  crimfon    Tide   puts  out  the   Sun  ; 
His    Groans  awake  the   Dead. 

3.  The 


C  3*°  ) 

3#  The  trembling   Earth,  the  darkened  Sky 
Proclaim    the    Truth    aloud  ! 
And    with  th'  amaz'd   Centurion  cry, 
<(  This   is    the    Son  of  God." 

4.  So    great,  fo   vaft    a  Sacrifice 

May    well   my  Hope    revive  : 
If  God's    own  Son  thus    bleeds   and  dies, 
The    Sinner  fure   may  live. 

5,  O   that   thefe    Cords   of   Love    Divine, 

Might  draw    me,    Lord,    to    thee  ! 
Thou    haft   my  Heart,  it  fhall    be   thine— 
Thine  it  fhall  ever  be  ! 

HYMN     CCCLII. 

1,  ^T  ION    rejoice,   lift  np   your  Voice  ; 
Id  Your  Saviour    will  appear  ; 

The   Lamb,  once   flain,    will   come  to  reign 
With  you,   a   thoufand    Years. 

2,  Satan    he'll    bind,  as   you    will    find, 

And  Jesus    will   be  King  ; 
The   Saints   he'll  raife,   to  fmg   his  Praife, 
And    Death   mail  lofe   his   Sting. 

3,  He's  bleft  indeed,    that  fhall  be    freed 

From    Sin.    Hell,  and    the    Grave  ; 
Over  that   Man    Death    neNer    can 
The  leaft:  Dominion   have. 


FINIS. 


1  o 


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APPENDIX. 

HYMN     CCCLffl. 

God'/   Love  to   Ma?ikind, 
G  O  D  of  Good   th*  unfathom'd  Sea, 


Who   would  not  give  his  Heart  to  thee  ? 

Who    would   not  love  thee  with  his  Might  ? 
O  Jesu,  Lover  of  mankind, 
Who   would  not   his   whole  Soul    and    Mind, 

With  all  his    Strength   to  thee    unite  ? 

2»  Thou   fhin'ft  with  everlafting    Rays  ; 
Before  th'  infufFerable    Blaze 

Angels  with  both  Wings   veil   their  Eyes ; 
Yet   free  as.  Air  thy   Bounty  ftreams 
On  all  thy  Works,    thy    Mercy's   Beams, 

DifFufive   as   thy  Sun's  arife. 

3»  Aftonifh'd  at  thy   frowning   Brow, 

Earth,  Hell,  and  Heav'n's  ftrong  Pillars  bow, 

Terrible   Majefty  is   thine  ! 
Who  then   can  that   vail    Love  exprefs, 
Which   bows    thee    down   to    me,  who  left 

Than   nothing  am,    'till    thou   art  mine  1 

4.  High-thron'd   on   Heav'n's   eternal   Hill, 
In  Number,  Weight,  and  Meafure  ftill 

Thou   fweetly  order'ft   all    that    is, 
And    yet  thou  deigi^ft  to   come   to  me, 
And    guide    my    Steps,  that   I    with  thee    i 

Inthron'd,  may    reign   in   endlefs    Blifs. 

5.  Fountain   of  Good  all    Blefling   flows 
From   thee ;   no   Want    thy    Fulnels   knows, 

What   but   thyfelf  canft  thou    defire  ? 
Yes  ;    felf-fufncient  as  thou  art, 
Thou  doft    defire   my  worthlefs   Heart  ; 

This,  only   this  thou   doft   require. 

X  6.  Primeval 


(  3"  ) 

6,  Primeval  Beauty!  in   thy    Sight, 
The   nrft-born    faireft  Sons   of   Light, 

See   all   their    brightcit   Glories  fade  ; 
What  then  to    me  thine    Eyer.    could  turn, 
In    Sin  coiiceiv'd,  of  Woman    born, 

A    Worm,  a    Leaf,  a   Blaft,  a   Shade  ! 

J*   Hell's  Armies    tremble   at   thy    Nod, 
And  "trembling   own    th'  almighty  God, 

Sov'reign   of -Earth,  Hell,  Ait,  and  Sky, 
But   who  is   this   that   comes   from    far, 
Whole   Garments   roll'd  in    Blood  appear  ? 
'Tis  God    made   Man,  for    Man   to   die. 

S.  O.  God    of  Good   th'  unfathont'd    Sea, 
Who   would   not   give    his    Heart    to  thee? 

Who   would    not  love  thee  with  his  Might  ? 
O    jEstr,  Lover   of   mankind, 
Who    would  not   his    whole    Soul   and  Mind, 

With    all  his   Strengtli   to   thee    unite  ? 

H  Y  M  N    CCCLIV. 

ChrifPs   Incarnation^ 

■  |#  fTT^HE  Lord  is  come;  the  Heav'ns  proclaim 
His  Birth-  the  Nations  learn  his  Name; 
An   unknown   Star  directs   the   Road 
Of  eaftern   Sages   to   their   God.  ? 


» 


2.  All    ye   bright    Armies   of  the   Skies, 
Go,  worlhip    where    the    Saviour    lies; 
Angels  and    Kings    before  him    bow, 
Thofe    Gods    on   high,  and    Gods  below. 

3.  Let  Idols  totter    to    the    Ground, 

And    their   own   Worfhippers   confound : 

Bnt   Judah    fhout,  but    Zion    fmg, 

And  Earth    confefs  her  fov'reign   King. 

HYMN 


(  w) 

HYMN     CCCLV. 

Praife    to  God. 

i,  T  TOW  glorious  is  our  heav'nly  King, 
JlA  Who    reigns    above   the  Sky  ? 
How    fhall   a  Child    prefume   to  ling 
His    dreadful    Majefty? 

2.  How   great    his   Pow'r  is   none  can   tell, 
Nor  think    how   large   his   Grace ; 
Not    Men  below,  nor  Saints  that   dwell 
On  high  before   his    Face. 

5.  Not    Angels   that  ftand    round   the  Lord, 
Can    fearch    his   fecret    Will  ; 
But   they  perform    his    heav'nly  Word, 
And   ling   his  Praifes  ftill, 

4.  Then   let   me  join    this  holy  Train, 

And   my  .fir ft    Off' rings    bring; 
Th'  eternal    God    will   not    difdain 
To    hear  an  Infant   ling. 

5.  My    Heart  refolves,  my  Tongue   obeys, 

And    Angels   (hall  rejoice 
To  hear   their  mighty    Maker's   Praife 
Sung   from    a   feeble   Voice.  , 


1  T 


HYMN     CCCLVI. 

Holy    Confidence  ;  or,  Chrijtian  Triumph, 

HRO'   all  the  changing  Scenes   of  Life, 


In    Trouble  and   in    Joy, 
The   Praifes  of  my   God   mall   ftill 
My  Heart  and  Tongue  employ. 

Z,  Of  his    Deliv'rance   I    will   boaft, 
Till  all   that    are  diftreft, 
From   my    Example    Comfort    take, 
And  charm  their  Griefs  to  refl> 

X  2  3.  O  ! 


(  3*4  ) 

g.  O  !    magnify    the   Lord  with  me : 
With    me    exalt   his    Name, 
When   in    Dillrefs   to  him    I    call'd, 
He   to   my   Refcue  came. 

4,  The    Hofts  of  God    encamp  around 
The   Dwellings   of  the   Juft ; 
Deliv'rance  he   affords  to    all 
Who  on    his   Succour  truft. 

5»  O !  make  but  Trial  of  his  Love, 
Experience  will   decide, 
How  blelt    they   are,   and  only    they, 
Who  in  his   Truit  confide. 

6.  Fear    him,   ye    Saints,  and  you   will   the* 
Have  nothing    elfe   to   fear ; 
Make    you   his   Service    your    Delight, 
He'll  make   your   Wants    his   Care, 

HYMN     CCCLVII. 

Thirjllng  for   Communion   ivith   God* 

1.  "ITVArlLY,  my  God,  without  Delay, 
SLd  In   Hafle  to    feek    thy    Face  ; 

My   thirfry   Spirits  faints  away 
Without  thy    cheering  Grace. 

2.  So   Pilgrims    on  the    fcorching    Sand 

Beneath    a    burning    Sky, 
Long  for    a   cooling    Stream    at  hand, 
And    they    mult  drink   or   die. 

3.  I've    feen    thy    Glory   and    thy  Pow'r 

Thro'  all   thy    Temples  mine  ; 
My   God,  repeat  that    heav'nly    Hour, 
That   Viiion    fo  divine. 

4»  Not   all   the    Bleflings    of  a    Feaft: 
Can  pleafe  my   Soul   fo  well, 

As 


(  5*5-  ) 

As   when   thy   richer  Grace    I  tafte, 
And    in   thy    Prefence    dwell. 

j.  Not   Life    itfelf  with    all    its   Joys, 
Can    my    beft  Paflions   move, 
Or  rife    fo  high  my    cheerful    Voice, 
As    thy   forgiving   Love. 

6.  Thus   till   my   laft   expiring  Day 
I'll   blefs  my  God    and    King  ; 
Thus    will    I  lift    my    Hands   to  pray 
And  tune    my   Lips  to  nng, 

HYMN     CCCLVIII. 

A  general   Invitation   to  praife    Cod, 

I.   ATE  boundlefs    Realms  of  Joy, 
•    X     Exalt   your    Maker's   Fame, 
His   Praife  your    Song    employ 
Above  the   itarry    Frame  ; 

Your   Voices   raife, 

Ye    Cherubim 

And  Seraphim, 

To  Sing  his  Praife. 

2'  Thou   Moon,  that  rul'ft   the    Night, 
And   Sun,    that   guid'ft  the   Day,  ' 

Ye   glitt'ring    Stars    of  Light, 
To  him   your   Homage    pay. 

His    Praife    declare, 

Ye   Heav'ns   above, 

And    Clouds    that    move 

In    liquid   Air. 

3.  Let   them    adore    the   Lord, 
And  praife    his  holy   Name, 
By  whofe    almighty   Word 
They  all  from  nothing  came, 

X  3  And 


(  3x6  ) 


And   all   (hall   lad, 
From  Changes  free; 
His   firm    Decree 
Stands  ever   faft* 

4»  United    Zeal  be   fhown, 
His   wond'rous    Fame   to  raife, 
Whofe    glorious    Name    alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs   Praife, 

Earth's  utmoft   Ends 

His   Pow'r  obey  : 

His   glorious    Sway 

The    Sky   tranfcends. 

5.  His   chofen   Saints   to  Grace, 
He  fcts   them    up   on   high, 
And- favour's    Ihaels    Race, 
Who   Itili    to    him   are  nigh*. 

O  therefore  raife 

Your   grateful    Voice, 

And    Hill    rejoice 

The    Lord   to   praife. 

HYMN    CCCLIX. 

The   •mitnejfing    Power. 

1.  W/HY  mould   the   Children   of  a  King 

W    Go    mourning   all    their    Days? 
Great    Comforter  defcend,  and   bring 
The   Tokens   of  thy    Grace  ! 

2.  Doft  thou  not   dwell   in     all  thy   Saints, 

And    feal   the    Heirs  of  Heav'n  ? 
When   wilt    thou   banifti   my  Complaints, 
And   mew  my    Sins    forgiv'n  ? 

3.  Allure   my   Confcience   of  her  Part 

In   the   Redeemer's   Blood  ; 

And 


(  3*7  ) 

And  bear  thy   Witnefs  with   my   Heart, 
That   I    am    born    of  God. 
4.  Thou  art    the   earned   of  his    Love, 
The    Pledge    of  Joys   to   come  ; 
May   thy   bled    Wings,  celeftial  Dove, 
Safely   convey    me   Home, 

H  Y  M  N     CCCLX. 

God    exalted    above  all  Praife. 

1.  TpTERNAL    Pow'r,    whofe   high    Abode 

V  a   Becomes    the    Grandeur    of  a   God  ; 
Infinite    Lengths,   beyond   the    Bounds 
Where    Stars  revolve  their  little    rounds. 

2.  Thee,  while    the    firft   Archangel   fmgs, 
He   hides    his  Face  behind    his    Wings: 
And   Ranks    of  mining     Thrones    around 
Fall   worihipping,   and    fpread    the    Ground, 

3.  Lord,  what  mall    Earth    and   Afhes    do? 
We    would  adore  our    Maker    too  ; 
From    Sin    and    Duft  to    thee   we   cry, 
The  Great,  the    Holy,  and   the    High  ! 

4.  Earth   from  a   far  has  heard   thy   Fame, 

*  And  Worms    have    learnt   to  lifp    thy  Name; 
But,  O   the    Glories  of  thy   Mind, 
Leave  all   our  foaring  Thoughts    behind. 

5.  God    is   in   Heav'n,  and    Men  below  ; 

Be    fhort   our    Tunes  ;  our    Words  be  few  ! 
A    facred  Rev'rence   checks    our    Songs, 
And   Fraife  fits   filent   on    oar    Tongues. 

HYMN    CCCLXI. 

Pleading   with   Cod  under   Defection  -,    or,   Hope  in 
Darknejs, 

I.   TTOW  long,  O  Lord,  {hall  I  complain, 
JLi.  Like  one  that  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 

X  4  Canft 


(3*8  ) 

Canft   thou   thy  Face  for  ever  hide? 
And   I    ftill    pray  and  be  deny'd. 

3.  Shall  I    for   ever   be   forgot, 
As   one  whom  thou   regard  eft  not  ? 
Still    fhall  my   Soul    thine  Abfence   mourn  ? 
And   ftill   defpair    of  thy  return  ; 

3.  How    long   fhall   my    poor   troubled    Breaft 
Be   with    thefe   anxious    Thoughts   oppreft  1 
And   Satan,   my    malicious    Foe, 

Rejoice  to    fee    me    fink    fo   low  ? 

4,  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant    me    quick    Relief 
Before  my   Death    concludes    my   Grief; 
If  thou    withhold   thy    heav'nly   Light,  ' 

I   fleep  in    everlafting    Night, 

5.  How  will    the   Pow'rs   of   Darknefs   boaft 
If  but    one    praying    Soul    be  loft  t 

But  I   have   trailed    in    thy   Grace, 
And    (hall    again    behold    thy    Face. 

6,  Whate'er  my    Foes  or    Fears   fuggeft, 
Thou    art  my    Hope,  my   Joy,  my   Reft,  ' 
My   Heart  fhall  feel   thy    Love    and    raife 
My  cheariul    Voice   to   Songs   of   Praife. 

HYMN     CCCLXII. 

Complaints    under   Temptations   of  the  Devil.     • 

*'  T_T°W  long  wilt   thou  conceal  thy   Face? 
A  A  My   God,  how    long   delay  ? 
When   fhall    I    feel    thofe'  heav'nly  Rays 
That  chafe  my    Fears    away  ? 

2,  How   long  fhall   my   poor  lab'rino;  Soul 
Wreftle   and   toil    in  vain  ? 
Thy   Word  can   all   my    Foes   controul, 
And  eafe   my   raging  Pain,  3,  See 


(  V-9  ) 

3.  See    how   the   Prince    of  Darknete  tries 

All  his  malicious    r,rts, 
He   fpreads    a    Milt    around  my    Eyes, 
And    ihrows   his  fiery    Dans, 

4.  Be   thou    my    Sun,  and    thou  my    Shield, 

My    Soul    in    lafety  keep; 
Make    Halle   before    mine    Eyes   are  feal'd 
In   Death's   eternal    Sleep. 

5.  How  would   the   Tempter   boaft  aloud 

If  I  become    his   Prey ! 
Behold   the    Sons   of  Hell  grow   proud 
At  thy  fo    long  Delay. 

6.  But   they   mall   fiy  at  thy  Rebuke, 

And    Satan  hide   his  Head  ; 
He    knows  the    Terrors   of    thy   Look, 
And   hears    thy    Voice  with    Dread. 

7.  Thou  wilt   difplay    that   fov'reign  Grace 

Where    all    my    Hopes  have    hung; 
I   fhall  employ  my    Lips  in   Praife, 
And    Vict'ry   mall  be    fung. 

HYMN    CCCLXIII. 

Heaven    begun   on  Earth. 

1,  />OME,  ye   that   love   the    Lord, 
V-/   And  let   your  Joys    be  known, 

Join    in   a    Song  with  fweet   Accord, 
While    ye   furround    his    Throne. 

2,  Let  thofe    refufe    to   fing, 

That  never   knew  our    God  : 

But  Servants    of  the    heavnly   King, 

May    fpeak   their  Joys   abroad. 

3,  The   God   that    rules   on    high, 

That   all  the    Earth  furveys, 


C  330  ) 

That   rides  upon  the   ftormy   Skv 
And   calms   the   roaring  Seas, 

4.  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our    Father   and   our    Love  : 
Thou  fhalt  lend  down  thy  heav'nly  Pow'rs 
To    carry    us    above.  ' 

5.  There   we    fhall    fee   thy  Face, 

And   never,  never   fin  ; 
There  from    the    Rivers  of  thy    Grace, 
Drink  endlefs   Pleafures   in. 

6.  Yea,  and   before    we   rife 

To    that  immortal    State, 
The    Thoughts  of  fuch    amazing    Blifs 
Should    conftant   Joys   create. 

7.  The    Men  of  Grace   have  found 

Glory   begun    below  ; 
Celeftiai    Fruits    on   earthly    Ground 
From  Faith    and  Hope    may   grow. 

$.  Then   let  our  Songs   abound, 
And    ev'ry    Tear    be    dry; 
We're  marching  thro'    Emmanuel's   Ground, 
To  fairer   Worlds   on  high. 

HYMN   CCCLXIV. 

I.    CWEET  is   the  Mem'ry  of  thy  Grace, 
O  My    God    my   heav'nly    King; 
Let   Age   to    Age  thy   Righ'toufnefs 
In   Sounds    of  Glory   fmg. 

?,  God  reigns   on   high,  but  not   confines 
His   Goodnefs   to   the    Skies  : 
Thro*  the   whole    Earth  his  Goodnefs  mines, 
And  ev'ry  Want  fupplies. 

3.  With 


(  33*  ) 

$.  With   longing    Eye   the   Creatures  wait 
On   thee    for    daily    Food  ; 
Thy  lib'ral    Hand    provides   them    Meat, 
And    fills   their    Mouths   with    Good. 

4.  How   kind   are   thy  Companions    Lcrd  ! 

How    llow  thine    Anger    moves  ? 
But   foon  he  fends  his   pard'ning  Word, 
To   chear   the   Soul  he   loves. 

5.  Creatures,  with   all  their  endlefs  Race, 

Thy   Pow'r   and    Praife  proclaim  ; 
But   we,  who    tafte   thy  richer   Grace, 
Delight   to  blefs  thy    Name. 

HYMN     CCCLXV. 

Of  Chriflian  Love    and    Feiiowjhfp. 

1.  TJkESS'D    be   that   dear    uniting  Love, 
JD   Which  will  not   let   us    part  ; 

Our    Bodies    may  far   off  remove, 
We   ftdl  are    one   in    Heart. 
Chorus. 

2.  Oh  !    the    Lamb,  the   living   Lamb, 

The    Lamb  or   Calvary, 
The   Lamb    was   flain,  but  lives  again, 
To   intercede   for    me. 

3.  But  if  our   Fellowfhip  below, 

With   Jefus  be  fo  fweet, 
What  holy  Joy    mail  we   poflefs, 
When  'round  his  Throne  we    meet. 

Oh!   the    Lamb,  &c. 

4.  With  Jefus  Chrift    together    meet, 

Witli,  him    for   ever  dwell, 

Till  then   I   fay,  let's  watch   and  pray, 

So   my   dear    Friend    farewell. 

Oh!   the   Lamb,  &c« 

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TABLE 

To   find    any   HYMN   by  the   firft    Line, 
The    Figures  direct  to  the   Pa<*e, 

A 

A  Form   of  Words,  tho,  e'er   fo  found 

Ah !    lovely    Appearance  of  Death  2 

Alas,  my  God,  that    thou  mould  be  4 

Alas  !  and  did   my    Saviour    bleed  5 

All   you  that  love  the    Lord    draw  near  6 

All   ye    that  pafs   by  7 

Am  1  a  Soldier    of  the   Croft  8 

And   muft   this    Body    die                      .  9 

And    now    my  Soul,  another   Year  10 

And    why,  dear    Savour    tell    me    why  10 

Arife,  O   King    of  Grace,  arife  12 

Arife,  my  tend'rcft   Thoughts    arife  12 

Awake,  and  fing  the   Song  1 5 

Awake  my    Soul,  and    with    the   Sun  14 

Away   dark    Thoughts,  awake,  my  Joy  15 

B 

BEfore  Jehovah's   awful  Throne  16 

Behold   how  Sinners   difagree  16 

Benold  the    Glories  of  the    Lamb  1 7 

Behold    the  Grace   appears  18 

Behold    the    Love,  the   gen'rous   Love  19 

Behold    the  fure    Foundation    Stone  20 

Behold    the    Wretch  whole  Lull  and  Wine  20 

Befide   the    Gofpel    Pool  21 

Bellow,   dear    Lord    upon   our   Youth  22 

Believers   own  they   are   but    blind  23 

Blelf'd    are    the   humble   Souls  that   fee  24 

Blefled    are  they  (the   Scriptures   fay)  25 

Blefl 


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Bleft  are  the  Souls  that  hear  and  know  26 

Bleft  be  my    God   that   I   was   born  27 

Blefs'd    be   that   dear   uniting    Love,  331 

Bleft  is    the    Man   whofe    Bowels    move  28 

Bleft  is  the  Man  who  fhuns    the    Place  28 

Bleft    Morning,  whofe   dawning  Rays  29 

Blow    ye  the  Trumpet,  blow  30 

Bright  burning   Beams    of  Gofpel   Grace  31 

Broad   is   the  Road  that   leads  to  Death  32 

Buried  in    Bapriim   with   our    Lord  32 

By   what   amazing  Ways  33 

By  whom  was   David  taught  34 

c 

CAN   fuch   poor  feeble   Worms  as  we  35 

Children  of  Ifrael  fee  what  Shade  3? 

Children   of  the   heav'nly   King  36 

Chrift   the    Lord   is    ris'n   to    Day  37 

Come   all   ye   chofen   Saints   of  God  38 

Come  deareft   Lord,  defcend  and  dwell  39 

Come    defcend,  O   heav'nly  Spirit  40 

Come    heav'nly  Love,  infpire   my  Song  41 

Come    hither    ye,  that  fain   would    know  42 

Come   holy   Spirit,  heav'nly    Dove  42 

Come  let  me    Love  ;  or  is  my  Mind  43 

Come   let    us   all  unite   to   praife  44 

Come  let  us  join    a  joyful   Tune  45 

Come   let    us   join   our   chearful    Songs  46 

Come  fee  the  Pow'r   of  Chrift  our  King  47 

Come    thou    Fount   of  ev'ry  Blefiing  48 

Come  thou    long    expected   Jefus  49 

Come    ye  Sinners  poor  and    wretched  49 

Come   ye    that    love   the   Lord,  329 

Conitrain'd  by  their    Lord   to   embark  51 

D 

Day  of  Judgment,  Day  of  Wonders  52 

Dear  Friends,  farewel,  ]  go  to  dwell  53 

Dear 


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Dear    Refuge    of  my   weary   Soul  54 

Dear    Lord,    how    v/ond'rous  is   thy    Love  55 

Death    may   diflblve    my    Body    now  56 

Death!  'ns  a   melancholy   jLay  57 

Defer  terS    to    the    Camp    return  58 

Did   our    Kmn  lanttel   die    for   us  58 

Difciples  of  Chrifl  59 

Difmiis    us    with   thy   Bl effing   Lord  60 

Does   it  not  Grid  and  Wonder  move  60 

Do    we    not    know   that   lolemn  Word  6l 

E 

ELijah's    Example    declares  62 
E'er  the  Blue  Heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  &c   63 

Early,    my   God,  without    Delay  324 

Eternal    God,  thy    Pow'r   make    known  64 

Eternal   Majefty    on   High  6$ 

Eternal   Pow'r,  whofe    high   Abode  327 

F 

FAir    Salems  Daughters    afk   to  know  65 

Father    how   wide    thy   Glory   mines  67 

Father,    I   ftretch   my  Hands   to    thee  68 

Father   of  faithful   Abrah'm,  hear,  68 

Father,  of  Heav'n  we  thee   adore  69 

Far  from    thefe    narrow    Scenes    of  Night  70 

From    all   that   dwell  below   the   Skies  71 

From   Sheba    a   diftant   Report  71 

G 

GEthfemane,  thou  dolefome   Place  72 

Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory  73 

Glory   to  thee  my    God   this  Night  74 

God    of  my   Life,    look   gently    down  74 

God  of  my   Salvation   hear  75 

God    moves   in   a  myfterious  Way  77 

God    of  the    Morning,  at   whofe   Voice  77 

Go   preach  my    Gofpel   faith  the  Lord  78 

Go  worlhip   at   Emmanuel's   Feet  79 

Grace 


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Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  Sound  81 

Gracious  Lord,  incline   thine    Ear  82 

Great  God,   I    own   thy  Sentence    juil  83 

Grcateft   High-Prieft,  Saviour    Chart  83 

Great   was   the    Day,  the   Joy  was  great  84 

Guide  me  O  thou  great    Jehovah  8f 

H 

HArk  from   tbe   Tombs  a  doleful  Sound  85 

Hail  the    Day  that  fees  him  rife  86 

Hark,  the  glad  Sound  !  the  Sav'our  comes  87 
Hear  what  the  Voice  from  Heav'n  proclaims     88 

He  comes !  he  comes  !  the  Saviour  dear  88 

H<?  dies  J    the  Friend  of  Sinners   dies  !  80 

Holy    Lamb    who    thee    receive  90 

Hofanna    to     .  e  royal    Son  01 

How  beauteous    are    their   Feet  02 

How  condefcending,  and  how  kind  93 

How  glorious  is   our  heav'nly    King,  323 

How  honourable  is   the    Place  04 
How  happy  is  the    Chriitian    State  95 

How   long,  O    Lord,  fhall   I    complain,  327 

How  long  fhall  Death  the  Tyrant  reign  95 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal    thy    Face  328 
How  meanly  dwells  th'  immortal  Mind  96 

How    inall  the    Young  fecure  their   Hearts      98 
How    fad    our  .State    by     Nature  is  99 

How    mould  the  Sons    of  Adams    Race  100 

How  ftrong  thine  Arm  is  mighty  God  101 

How    fwtxt    the   Name  of  Jefus    founds  102 

How   vain   are    all   Things    here   below  103 

How   wondrous  are  the  Works  of  God  103 

I 

I  am  faith    Chrifl  the  Way  10  > 

I  afk   the   Lord,  that    I   might  grow  105 

If  Paul   in    Ceafars  Court    mull  ft  and  ic6 

If  glorious  Angels  do  rejoice  107 

I  lift 


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I  lift  my   Banner,    iaith  the    Lord  108 

I   love    the    Windows    of   thy   Grace  109 

I'm  not   afham'd    to    own    my    Lord  109 

In   all    my    vail   Concerns   with   thee  no 

In  thine   own  Ways    O  God    of  Love  in 

It   is    not   good,    Jehovah    faid  112 

I   that    am    drawn    out    of  the  Depth  113 

I've  found  the    Pearl    of  greateft   Price  114 

I    want  an    Heart    to  pray  115 

I   would  but   cannot  fing  116 

Jehovah    fpeaks   let   Ifr'el    hear  1 1  7 

Jefus    Chrift,   the  Lord's  anointed  118 

Jefus,   drinks   the    bitter   Cup  120 

Jefus,   in    thee   our    Eyes    behold  121 

Jefus,  Lover  of  my   Soul  122 

Jefus,  my  All   to  Heav'n    is  gone  123 

Jefus,  the  only    Thought  of  thee         .  124 

Jefus,  the   Man    of  conftant  Grief  125 

Jefu,  Redeemer,    Saviour.    Lord  126 

Jefu,    thy    Blood   and    Righteoufnefs  127 

Join    all  ye   glorious   Names  128 

Joy   is  a  Fruit   that   will    not  grow  131 

Joy    to   the   world;    the    Lord   is    come  132 

K 

Kind  are  the  Words  that  Jefus  fpeaks  132 
Kind  Souls,  who  for  the  Mifricjs  moan  133 

Kind   Soul    reflect,  awhile   with  nie  134 

Know,  ye  that  are  of  Adams   Race  135 

Kindred  in    Chrift,   for    his    dear   fake  135 

L 

LEt  ev'ry    Mortal  Ear  attend  136 

Let    me  but   hear  my   Saviour   fay  137 

Let   others    boaft   how   ftrong  they   be  138 

Let  Party   Names  no    more  139 

Let  Pharifees    of  high    Efteem  1  39 

Let   us,  the  Sheep    by  Jefus   nam'd  140 

Let 


TABLE. 

Let   Zion   and  her   Sons   rejoice 
Lo  1   he  cometh,  countlefs    Trumpets 
Lo,  what   a    glorious   Sight   appears 
Lo,  what   an    entertaining    Sight 
Lord  Chrift    reveal    thy    holy    Face 
Lord    difmifs    us  with    thy   Bleliing 
Lord    I    am  vile    conceiv'd    in   Sin 
Lord,  I  am   thine,  but  thou   wilt  prove 
Lord,  how   myfterious  are    thy    Ways 
Lord,  how   fecure   my   Confcience   was 
Lord,  I   believe   a   Reft    remains 
Lord,  in   the    Morning   thou  fhalt   hear 
Lord    of  the    Worlds   above 
Lord,  thou   haft   planted  me    a   Vine* 
Lord    thou    wilt  hear  me  when  I   pray 
Lord,  'tis   an   infinite    Delight 
Lord,  what  a   feeble    Piece 
Lord,  what  a   thoughtlefs   Wretch  was  I 
Lord,  we   come   before  thee    now 
Lord,  we   confefs   our   num'rous    Faults 
Xord,  when    I   hear  thy    Children  talk 
Lo !  he    comes   with  Clouds    defcending 

M 

MErcy    is  welcome    News  indeed 
Mefliah    full    of  Grace 
Miftaken  Souls   that   dream  of  Heav'n 
Mourning    and    drooping    here    I    lie 
My   drowfy    Pow'rs    why   fleep    ye    Co 
My   God  accept  my  early    Vows 
My   God  I  am   thine 
My    Lord,   how    great's   the    Favour 
My    Soul   come  meditate  the    Day 
My    Soul    doth   magnify   the   Lord 

N 

NAked,  as   from  the  Earth   we  came         171 
Nor  Eye  has  feen,  nor  Ear  has  heard     1 7<^ 
Y  No, 


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*ii  FIRST 

No,  I  (hall  envy  them   no  more 
Not  diff'renf' Food  nor    different   Drefis 
Now    be  the  God  of  Ifra'l   blefs'd 
Now  begin  the  heav'nly  Theme 
Now  by  the    Bowels   of  my   God 
Now   gracious  Lord,  thine    Arm  reveal 
Now  from    the   Altar  of  my   Heart 
Now   from  the  Garden   to  the  Crofs 
Now  let  my  Faith  grow   ftrong  and  rife 
Now  let  our  Pains  be   all  forgot 
Now   let   our  mournful    Songs   record 
Now  Lord,  tho'  we  muft  part  awhile 
Now  may   the   Spirit's  holy   Eire 

o 

OFt  have  I   fat   in  fecret  Sighs  183 

Oh    for  a   Glance   of  heav'nly   Day  184 

Oh,  that  I  had   a    Bofom  Friend      ,  185 

Once    a    Woman   filent   flood  186 

Once   more    before   we  part  188 

Once   more  my  Soul,  the    riling   Day  188 

Once    more   the    conftant    Sun  189 

Once    more  we   come   before  our   God  189 

On  thee    O    God  of  Purity  190 

Out   of  the  Depths   of  long   Diftrefs  191 

O    come  l?t  us  join  192 

O    come  thou  wounded   Lamb  of  God  193 

O    for  an    Heart   to   love  my   God  194 

O  for   an   overcoming    Faith  105 

O    for  a  fweet    infpiring  Ray  19^ 

O  for    a  thoufar.d   Tongues   to  ling  196 

O    God   of  Good    th'  unfathom'd    Sea,  321 

Our    God,    our  F~lp  in  Ages   pair.  197 

O    fefus.  our  Lord  198 
O    Lamb    of  God,   our   Saviour                    •  199 

O  Lord,  thou  know'ft   my   Soul's  Defires  199 

O   Lord  !  to    whom   for   Help  1    call  200 

O   my   Lord;  what  muft   I   do  2or 

O  praife 


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Page 

O  praife   the   Lord    of  Heav'n  202 

O   that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  Ways  203 

O   that    I    knew  the  fecret  Place  204 

O   tell  me    no    more  205 

O    that  my  Soul  were  now  as  fair  206 

O    thou    whofe   tender  Mercy  hears  207 

O   'tis  a  lovely    Thing   to    fee  208 

O    what    a   wretched  Land  is   this  209 

O    what    fliall   I   do   to  retrieve  210 

P 

Peace,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Hand  211 

Plung'd  in  a  Gulf  of  dark   Defpair  212 

Poor    Efau  repented  too    late  213 
Praife  to  the   Lord   of  boundlefs   Might        214 

Pray'r  was  appointed    to   convey  21  £ 

Precious   Bible  what   a   Treafure  216 

R 

REdeemed    Ones  the   Heirs  of  God  216 

Rejoice   evermore  217 

Rejoice,  the  Lord    is   King  218 

Religion  is    the  chief  Concern  219 

'  Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal   State  220 

Repent    ye    Sons  of  Men,  repent  22 1 

Rife,   my   Soul,  and  ftretch  thy    Wings  222 

Rife,    Zion,  fhine,  thy    Light   is   come,  223 

Rock   of  Ages,  (helter   me  23  5 

s 

SAlvation,  oh,  the  joyful    Sound  !  224 

Saviour,  I  do   feel   thy    Merit  225 

Saviour  of  Men,  we  blefs    thy   Name  226 

Saw   ye    not  the   Cloud   arife  226 

See,  gracious   Lord,  with  pitying  Eyes  227 

See  how  rude  Winter's  Icy  Hand  22S 

See  where  the   great  incarnate    God  229 

Sinners,  the   Voice    of  God  regard  230 

Shall   I  for   fear  of  feeble   Man  231 

Y  2  Shall 


ix  FIRST 

Page 

Shall  the  vile  Race  of  Flefti  and  Blood  232 

Shail   Wifdbm    cry    aloud  233 

So   did   the    Hebrew    Prophet   raife  234 

So    let    our    Lips   and    Lives    exprefs  234 

Stand  up,    my  Soul,  make  off  thy  Fears  23  c 

Stay,  thou   inlulted  Spirit   itay  236 

Still    out    of  the   deepeft    Abyfs  236 

Strait  is  the  Way,  the  Door  is  ftrait  237 

Strange  that  fo  much  of  Heav'n  and  Hell  238 

Sweet  is  the  Mem'ry  of  thy  Grace,  330 

Sweet  is  the  Work  my  God  my  King  239 

T 

TEach  me  the  Meafure  of  my  Days 
That  awful    Day  will  furely  come 
That   Man  no  Guard    nor   Weapon   needs 
The  Deluge  at  th'  Almighty's  Call 
The    Fountain"   of  Chi  ill 
The    God  Jehovah   reigns 
The    holy  Eunuch   when    baptiz'd 
Tis   finiih'd,  the    Redeemer    faid 
The  Lord  is  come  ;  the  Heav'ns  proclaim 
The  Lord  that  made  both  Heav'n  and  Earth 
The  Lord,  the  fu/lge,  before  his  Throne 
The    Majcily  of  Scloirm 
The   jVem'ry    of  our   dying    Lord 
The    S:nner   that   by    precious   Faith 
The   Souls  that  would  to  Jefus  prefs 
The  one   Thing  needful",   that  good  Part 
The  Saints  appear  to  tread  the  Courts 
The  Sun  of  Right*oufne(s  appears 
Thee  we   adore,  eternal    Name 
There  is  a   Houfe  not  made  with  Hands 
Theie  gloiions  Minds  how  bright  they  fhine 
This  fpacious   Earth   is    all  the  Lord's 
Tho'  Jericho   pleafantly   flood 
Thou  Shepherd   of  Jfrael,  and  mine, 
Thou   Sov'reign,   let  my  Ev'ning  Song 

Tho' 


TABLE.  x 

Page 

Tho'    Troubles  afTail  263 

Thus    /igur  breath'd  his  warm  Defire  265 

Thus  far  the    Lord    has   led    me  on  265 

Thus    faith   the    high   and  lofty   One  266 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd  267 

Thy    Mercies   fill    the    Earth,   O  Lord  268 

*Tis  a    Point   I   long    to     know  269 

To   Day  God  bids  the  Faithful  reft  270 

Try  us,  O  God,  ami  fearch  the  Ground  271 

Two  are  better  far  then    one  272 

u 

T  TPward   I  lift   mine    Eyes  273 

V 

'Ain  Man  thy  fond   Purfuits   forbear  274 


V' 


w 

WE   are    a   Garden  wall'd    around  275 

We   blefs    the  Father  and  the  Son  276 

What  "Contradictions  meet  276 

What  equal   Honours    fhall    we  bring  27S 

What    happy  Men,  or  Angels     thefe  278 

What  mighty  .Man,  or  mighty  God  279 

What  fhall  1  render  to  my    God  280 

What  think  you  of  Chriit  ?  is  the  Teft  18*1 

What  various  Hindrances  we  meet  282 

When  ail  the  Mercies,    O  my  God  2$; 

When  Abraham's  Servant  to  procure  284 

When  blooming    Youth  is  fnatch'd  away  286 

"When  Chrift  fhall  rend  from  End  to  End  286 

When  compafs'd  with  Clouds  of  Diftrefs  288 

When    Darknefs  long  has  vail'd  piy   Mind  289 

When   defcending  from  the  Sky  200 

When  God  reveaPd  his   gracious  Name  291 

When    Hannah  prefs'd   with  Grief  292 

When   I  can    read    my   Title    clear  292. 

Y   2  When 


xi  FIRST     TABLE. 

When    John    (tho*  a  Man)  204 

When  Jofeph   his    Brethren   beheld  29? 

When  O  dear  Jefus,   when  mall   I  2C)1 

When  our  great  Sov'reign  from  on  High  298 

When  rifing  from  the   Bed   of  Death  290 

When   we  are  raisM   from  deep  Diftrefs,  300 

Whence  do  our  mournful  Thoughts  arife  301 
While  Shepherds  watch  their  Flocks  by  Night  202 

Who  has    believ'd   thy  Word  302 

Who    is   this  fair    One   in    Diftrefs  304 

Who  fhall   inhabit  in    thy    Hill  305 

Why  do   we  mourn,  departing    Friends  305 

Why  flow  thefe    Torrents   of   Diftrefs  306 

Why  mould   the  Children  of  a   King  326 

With  Joy  we  meditate  the  Grace  307 

Y 

YE   boundlefs  Realms   of  Joy       '  325 

Ye   Children  of  your  God  attend  308 

Ye    dying   Sons    of  Men  30o 

Ye    humble  Souls    approach  your    God  300 

Ye   humble  Souls  that  feek    the    Lord  310 

Ye    humble  Sinners,  in  whofe    Breaft  31 1 

Ye  little  Flock,  whom    Jefus  feeds  3I2 

Ye  mourning  Saints  whofe  ftreaming  Tears  315 

Ye    Souls   that    fear  the  Lord  3x3 

Ye  Worlds  of  Light,  that   roll  fo  near  314 

Ye  Sons  of  Earth  prepare  the  Plough  315 

Ye   Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble   Race  316 

Ye  Sons  of  Pride  that  hate  the   Juft  317 

Ye  Virgin  Souls  arife  aI7 

yes,  there  are  Joys  that   cannot   die  319 

yonder— amazing  Sight    I  fee  310 

z 

Ion  rejoice,  Jift   up  your  Voice  320 


THE 


THESECOND  xii 

INDEXorTABLE. 

Suited  to  particular  Subjects  or  Occasions. 

I .  For  the  Nativity  of  Chrift.  Page 

A  Way    dark    Thoughts,  awake,  my  Joy     15 

Behold    the  Grace   appears  18 

Hark,  the  glad  Sound  !  the  Savour  comes  87 

The  Lord  is  come;  the  Henv'ns  proclaim  322 

While  Shepherds  watch   their   blocks  302 
2.  The  Life  of  Chrift,  with  his  Char  afters 
a?id  Reprefentations. 

Behold   the   Love,  the   gen'rous   Love  19 

Behold    the  fure    Foundation    Stone  20 

E'er  the  Blue  Heavns  were  ftretch'd  &c.  63 

Go   worfhip   at    Emmanuel's    Feet  79 

Hofanna   ta  the  royal   Son  91 

How  condefcending,  and  how  kind  93 

How   fwcet    the  Name  of  Jefus   founds  102 

I  am  faith   Chrift.  the   Way  105 

I've  found  the    Pearl   of  greateft    Price  114 

Jefus    Chrift,  the  Lord's   anointed  118 

Jefus,   in    thee  our    Eyes    behold  121 

Jefus,  my   All   to  Heav'n    is  gone  123 

Jefus,  the  Man    of  conftant  Grief  125 

Jefu,    thy    Blood   and    Righteoufnefs  127 

Now   be  the  God  of  Ifrael  blefs'd  173 

Rock   of  Ages  fhelter  me  223 

Shall    Wifdom    cry   aloud  23; 

So    did  the  Hebrew  Prophet  raife  234 

The  Fountain   of  Chrift  244 

The    Lord  that  made  both  Heav'n  &c.  248 

The    Majefty    of  Solomon  250 

What  think   ye   of   Chrift  302 

With   Joy  we   meditate    the   Grace  307 

3.  The    Pafim    of  Chrift. 

Alas !  and  did  ray  Saviour  bleed  r 

Y  4  All 


xiii  SECOND 

Tage 

All   ye   that  pafs   by  7 

And   why,  dear   Sav'our    tell    me    why  10 

Come   all   ye   chofen   Saints   of  God  38 

Gethfemane,  thou   dolefome    Place  72 

Greateft   High-Prieft,  Saviour    Chrift.  85 

He  dies  J    the  Friend  of  Sinners   dies  !  80 

Jcfus,    drinks   the    bitter   Cup  120 

Now    from    the   Garden  to  the  Crofs  177 

Now   let    our   Pains  be  all    forgot  179 

Now  let  our    mournful   Songs  record  180 

O    Lamb   of  God,  the   Saviour  199 

'Tis   finifti'd,   the   Redeemer  faid  247 

What  equal    Honours   (ball  we    bring  278 

Yonder  amazing   Sight   I   fee  319 

4.  The  Refurrecfion  of  Chrift, 

Bleft   Morning,  whofe  young  dawning  Rays     29 

Chrift   the    Lord    is    ris'n   to    Day         *  37 

The  Sun  of  Righto ufhefs  appears  256 

Ye   humble   Souls    that   feek   the   Lord  310 

5.  The    Afccntion  of  Chrift. 

Hail  the    Day  that  fees  him  rife  86 

This  fpacious  .Earth  is    all    the  Lords  259 

6.  The    hitercejfion    of  Chrift, 

Saviour,  I  do  feel    thy    Merit  225 

7.  The  Efufion   of  the    Spirit. 

Great   was   the    Day,  the   Joy  was  great  8} 

Go   preach  my   Gofpel   faith  the  Lord  78 

8.  On    Baptifm. 

Buried   in    Raptifm   with    our    Lord  32 

By    what    amazing   Ways  33 

Do    we    not    know   that    folemn  Word  OI 

Father,  of  Heav'n   we  thee    addrefs  69 

If  glorious  Angels  do   rejoice  io7 

The   holy    Eunuch  when    Baptiz'd  246 

We 


INDEX  xtr 

Page 

We   blefs  the    Father   and  the  Son  276 

When  John  ( tho  a  Man  )  294 

Ye   Children    of  your   God   attend   «  308 

9.   For  laafhing  of Feet ,  and  the  Lord's  Supper, 

When  our  great  Sov 'reign  from  on  High  29S 

Come  let  us  join    a  joyful   Tune  45 

The  Mem'ry    of  our  dying    Lord  251 

10.  Holy    Fortitude, 

Am  I  a  Soldier    of  the   Crofs  8 

By   whom  was   David  taught  34 

I'm   not    afham'd    to    own    my    Lord  109 

Let    me  but    hear  my    Saviour   fay  A°>1 

No,  I  mail   envy    them   no  more  1 72 

Shall  I  for  fear  of  feeble    Man  231 

Stand    up  my   Soul    make  off  thy    Fears  235 

When  Abrahm's   Servant    to  procure  2S4 

Ye  humble   Sinners  in    whofe  Bread  311 

11.  Morning    Hjvins. 

Awake  my    Soul,  and    with    the   Sun  14 

ICarly    my   God    without   Delay  324 

God    of  the    Morning,   at    whofe    Voice  77 

Lord    in    the    Morning   thou    malt   hear  150 

My    God    accept  my  early    Vows  165 

Once    more   my  Soul   the   riling    Day  188 

Sweet    is   the   Work    my  God  my    King  2  ^9 

To    Day  God  bids  the    Faithful    reft  270 

Ye   Worlds  of  Light  that   roll   fo    near  314 

12.  Evening    Hymns, 

Glory    to  thee  my    God   this  Night  74 

Lord    thou    wilt    hear    me    when    I   pray  153 

Now   from   the   Altar    of  my    Heart  1 76 

Thou   Sov'reign  let    my    Ev'ning  Song  262 

Thus   far  the  Lord   has   led    me  on  265 

When    O  dear  Jefus,   wheii   mall  I  297 

Y?                          13.  Fir 


*▼  SECOND 

13*  For  New-Year's    Day. 

And   now   my  Soul,  another   Year 
Now   gracious    Lord    thine    Arm  reveal 
Once   mo  e   the  conftant    Sun 

0  praife  the  Lord   of  Heav'n 

14.   Fraife  to    the  Re  dewier. 
Come   heav'nly   Love,  infpire   my  Song 
Come   let    us  join  our  chearful   Songs 
Did  our    Emmanuel   die    for   us 
How  glorious  is   our  heav'nly    King, 

1  that    am   drawn   out   of  the  Depth 
Join    all  ye   glorious   Names 
Let    us,  the  Sheep    by  Jefus   nam'd 
O  come  let  us  join 

0  Jefus  our    Lord 
Plung  d  in   a  Gulf  of  dark  Defpair 
Salvation,  oh   the  joyful    Sound 
Saviour   of  Men,  we"  blefs  thy  Name 
What   mail    I    render  to    my   God     i  .. 
Ye  boundlefs   Realms   of  Joy 

15.  The    My  fiery    of  the    Crofs. 

Children  of  Ifrael  fee  what  Shade  39 

Gorf   moves   in   a  myfterious  Way  77 

Now  let   my    Faith  grow  ftrong  and  rife  1 78 

The   Souls  that  would   to  Jefus  Prefs  253 
16.  On  the  Fall   of  Man,    or  Depravity 
of  Human  Nature. 

Arife,  my  tend'rdl   Thoughts    arife  l2 

All  you  that  love  the   Lord   draw  near  6 

How   fad    our  State    by    Nature  is  o9 

1  would  but  cannot  fmg  T  j6 
Miftaken  Souls  that  dream  of  Heav'n  161 
My  Lord  how  great's  the  Favour  xg7 
O  for  a  Glance  of  heav'nly  Day  184 
Tho'   Jericho  pleafantly  flood  260 

17  Longing 


INDEX.  xvi 

17,  Longing    after   Chrift.  Page 

Alas,  my  God,  that    thou  mould  be  4 

Can  fuch   poor  feeble    Worms  as  we  35: 

Come  let  me    Love  ;  or  is  my  Mind  43 

Eternal   Pow'r,  whofe    high   Abode  327 

Holy    Lamb,  who    thee    receive  90 

How   long,  O    Lord,  (hall  1   complain,  327 

I   love   the   Windows    of  thy   Grace  109 

Jefus,  Lover  of  my    Soul  122 

Jefus,  the  only    Thought  of  thee  124 

Lord  of  the    Worlds   above  1 51 

Mourning  and   drooping  here   I   lie  162 

Oh  that   I  had   a    Bofom    Friend  185 

The  one    Thing  needful  that  good   Part  354 

Thou   Shepherd  of  lfra'l    and   mine  261 

Why   mould  the   Children  of  a  King  316 

18.  Supplicatory    Hymns, 

Arife,  O   King   of  Grace,  arife  12 

Beftow,   dear    Lord    upon   our   Youth  22 

Bright  burning   Beams    of  Gofpel  Grace  31 

Come  deareft   Lord,  defcend  and  dwell  30 

Come    defcend,  O   heav'nly  Spirit  40 

Come   ye   that   love  the    Lord,  329 

Come   holy  Spirit,  heav'nly    Dove  42 

Come   thou    Fount   of  ev'ry  Blefling  48 

Eternal   God,  thy    Pow'r   make    known  64 

Father,   I   ftretch   my  Hands   to   thee  68 

Guide   me  O  thou  great    Jehovah  85^ 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal    thy    Face  328 

In  thine  own  Ways    O  God   of  Love  in 

I    want  an    Heart   to  pray  115 

Jefu,  Redeemer,    Saviour,    Lord  126 

Lord    how  Myfterious  are   thy   Ways  147 

Lord   we   come   before   thee   now  156 

Now   may  the  Spirit's   holy  Fire  182 

O  come,  thou   wounded   Lamb  of  God  193 

O  for 


xvii  SECOND 

Page 

O    for   an   Heart  to   love    my   God  J94 

O    for  an  overcoming  Fuiih  105 

O   for    a  i\veet    in/piring  Ray  105 

O    Lord    thou   know 'ft   my   Soul's  Defires  199 

O    that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  Ways  203 

See    how   rude    Winter's  ley   Hand  228 

Thus    Agur   breath'd   his   warm    Defire  265 

Try    us  O   God   and  fearch  the    Ground  271 

Upward    I  lift   mine    Eyes  273 

What    various    Hindrances   we  meet  282 

When   Hannah   presf  d   with  Grief  092 

19.  Chrffllan    Cojifolation. 

Bleft  is  the  Man  who  fhuns    the    Place  28 

Death    may   diflblve    my    Body    now  56 

Far   from    thefe    narrow    Scenes    of  Night  70 

How  happy  is  the    Chriltian    State       .  05 

Kind  Souls,  who  for  the  Mifries  moan  133 

Lord,    1  ani    thine,  but  thou    wilt  prove  j  46 

Lord,  'tis   an  infinite    Delight  1  5  q 

Mercy   is   welcome    News    indeed  159 

Nor    Eye    has  feen,  nor  Ear  has  heard  1 7  r 

We   are  a    Garden   wall'd    around  275 

What  happy    Men,  or  -Angels,  thefe  278 

20.  Converfioii. 

Behold    the   Wretch  whofe  Luft  and  Wine  20 

Believers    own  they   are   but    blind  23 

BlelT'd    are    the    humble    Souls  that    fee  24 

Lord,  how    fecure    my   Confcience  was  148 

The   Sinner    that    by    precious  Faith  252 

When  God    reveaPd   his   gracious  Name  C91 

When,    Jofeph   his   Brethren   beheld  295 

Who   is    this  fair  One    in    Diftrefs  304 

Who    ftiall    inhabit   in    thy  Hill  305 

Ye  Souls   that  fear   the    Lord  313 

2i.  The 


INDEX.  xviii 

21.  The  Wonders  of  Redeeming   Love,  Page 

Blefs'd    be   that    dear   uniting    Love,  351 
Dear    Lord,   how    wond'rous  is   thy    Love       55 

How    wondrous  are   the   Works  of  God  103 

Now  begin  the    heav'nly   Theme  1 74 

O   God  of  Good  th'  unfathom'd    Sea  321 

22.  The  Blejfcdnefs  of  the  Gofpel- 

Bleft  are  the  Souls  that  hear  and  know  26 

Bleft  be  my    God   that    I    was    born  27 

Blow    ye  the   Trumpet,  blow  30 

From    Sheba    a   diftant    Report  71 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  Sound  Si 

Kow  beauteous    are    their    Feet  92 

How  honourable   is   the    Place  94 

Joy    is   a   Fruit   that    will    not  grow  1 31 

Let    ev'ry    Mortal   Ear  attend  136 

Lord,  thou  haft   planted  me  a  Vine  I  $2 

Religion  is  the  chief  Concern  219 

Repent  ye  Sons   of  Men,  repent  226 

Saw  ye  not   the    Cloud    arife  226 

Thy    Mercies   fill  the    Earth,  O  Lord  263 

23.  The    Pilgrimage  of  Saints. 

Broad   is    the  Road   that   leads  to  Death  32 

Children   of  the    heav'nly   King  36 

O  !   what    a  wretched   Land   is   this  209 

Redeemed    Ones  the    Heirs    of   God  2 16 

Strait  is    the   Way,  the    Door  is  ft  rait  237 

24.  On   the    Kingdom    of   Chrift. 

A  Form   of    Words,  tho,   e'er    fo  found  I 

Before    Jehovah's    awful  Throne  16 

Behold  the    Glories  of  the    Lamb  17 

Lo,  what  a  glorious    Sight    appears  143 

Rejoice    evermore  <2i7 

Rejoice,  the    Lord    is   King  218 

The  Lord    Jehovah  reigns  246 
The  glorious  Minds   how  bright  they   ihine     258 

When   defcending  from  the  Sky  29® 

25.  Invita- 


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Awake,  and  fmg  the  Song  1 2 

Come   let    us   all  unite   to    praife  44 

Come  fee  the  Pow'r   of  Chrift  our  King  47 

Come   ye  Sinners  poor  and    wretched  49 

Deferters   to    the   Camp   return  58 

Difciples  of  Chrift  59 

From    all   that   dwell  below    the   Skies  71 

I  aik   the   Lord,  that    I   might  grow  10  £ 

Know,  ye  that  are  of  Adams   Race  135 

Now   by  the    Bowels   of  my   God  175 

Rife,    my    Soul,  and    ftretch    thy  Wings  222 

Rife,  Zion,  fhine,  thy    Light   is   come  223 

Sinners,  the    Voice    of  God  regard  230 

So   let  our    Lips   and   Lives  exprefs  234 

Ye   dying    Sons  of  Men  309 

Ye   humble  Souls   approach  your   God  309 

Ye   little  Flock;  whom  Jefus  feeds  312 

Ye  fbns  of  Earth  prepare   the  Plough  315 

Ye   Virgin  Souls  arife  317 

26.  Faith   and  Obedience. 

Conftrain'd  by  their   Lord   to  embark  51 

Elijah's    Example    declares  62 

How  meanly  dwells  th'  immortal  Mind  96 

if  Paul  in    Ceafars  Court  mult  (land  106 

Kind  are  the  Words  that  Jefus  fpeaks  132 

Lord  I  believe  a  Reft  remains  149 

My    God  I  am  thine  166 

When  compafs'd   with  Clouds    of  Diftrefs  288 

When  Darknefs  long  has  vail'd  my  Mind  289 

When   I  can   read    my  Title  clear  293 

Yes,  there   are  Joys  that  cannot  die  318 

27*  Judgment   Hymns, 

Day  of  Judgment,  Day  of  Wonders  52 

He  comes !  he  comes !  the  Saviour  dear  88 

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Lo !  he    cometh,   countlefs   Trumpets  142 

Lo  !  he    comes  with   Clouds  defcending  158 

See  where  the  great   incarnate    God  229 

That   awful   Day   will    furely    come  241 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,    before  his  Throne  2  JO 

When  Chrift  fhall  rend  from  End  to  End  286 

28.  The  Frailty  of  oar    Life¥ 

How   vain   are   all  Things   here   below  103 

Kind    Souls   reflect,  awhile  with  me  134 

Let  others    boaft   how   ftrong  they  be  138 

Lord,  what    a   feeble    Piece  1 54 

Oft  have  I   fat  in  fecret  Sighs  1 83 

Our    God,  our  Help   in  Ages  pair,  197 

Remember,  Lord,  our   mortal    State  220 

Shall   the  vile   Race  of  Flefti  and    Blood  232 

Teach  me  the  Meafure    of  my   Days  240 

Thee  we    adore,  eternal   Name  256 

Ye   Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble  Race  316 

29.  Funeral  Hymns,, 

Ah !   lovely   Appearance  of  Death  2 

Hark  from   the    Tombs  a  doleful  Sound  85 
Hear  what  the  Voice  from  Heav'n  proclaims     88 

When  blooming   Youth   is   fnatch'd  away  286 

Why  do   we    mourn   departing  Friends  305 

Why   flow   thefe    Torrents  of  Diflrefs  306 
Ye  mourning  Saints,  whofe  ftreaming  Tears    313 

30.  On  Death   and  the   Refurreftion, 

And   muft  this   Body   die  9 

Blefled    are  they  (the   Scriptures   fay)  25" 

Death!  'tis  a  melancholy  Day  57 

Great  God,  I   own  thy  Sentence  juft  83 

How  long  mall  Death  the  Tyrant  reign  95 

My  Soul  come  meditate   the   Day  168 

Naked,  as  from   the   Earth   we  came  171 

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There  is  a  Houfe  not    made  with  Hands  25  7 

Vain    Man   thy    fond  Purfuits   forbear  274 

Ye   Sons    of  Pride  that    hate    the  Jufl  317 

31.  Before  Sermon   jft.    lifter  Sermon  2d. 

jft,)  Does   it  not  Grief  and  Wonder  move  60 

The  Saints   appear    to  tread  the  Courts  255 

2d.)  Difmiis    as    with   thy   Bkffing    Lord  60 

Lord   difmifs  us  with  thy  Bleffing  145: 

Once   more    before    we    part  188 

32*  The    Being    and  Perfection  of  God* 

Eternal  Majefty   on   High  65 

Fair    Salems   Daughters    afk   to  know  65 

Father    how    wide    thy    Glory   fhines  67 

How    mould  the  Sons   of  Adams    Race  100 

How  ftrong  thine  Ami  is  mighty  God  10 1 

Jehovah    (peaks    let   Hr'el    hear          .  it  7 

In   all    my    vafl   Concerns   with   thee  no 

Praife    to    the    Lord    of  boundlefs    Might  214 

When    all   thy    Mercies,  O  my  X*od  283 

Whence   do    our  mournful  Thoughts    arife  301 

33  •  ®n    the    holy    Scriptures. 

How   mall  the    Young  fecure  their   Hearts  98 

It   is   not   good,    Jehovah    faid  112 

Precious    Bible  what  a    trealure  216 

34.   On  Charity    andUncharitablenefs. 

Behold   how  Sinners    difaoree 

Bleft  is   the    Man  whofe    Bowels    move 

Let  Pharifees    of  hi«h    Efteem 

N  ot   different    Food    nor  DifPrent  Drefs 

Once   a   Woman  iilent    flood 

35*  For  the  Hope  of  Ifrael. 

Come  thou   long    expecfled   Jefus  49 

Father   of  faithful   Abrah'm,  hear,  68 

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I  lift  my   Banner,   iaith  the   Lord  ic8 

Joy    to   the    world,    the     Lord   is    come  132 

Let   Zion    and  her   Sons    rejoice  1 41 

JVlefliah    full    of   Grace  160 

What  inignty   Man,  or  mighty  God  279 

Zion  rejoice,  lift    up   your    Voice  320 

36.  Penitential  Hymns \ 

Befide   the    Gofpel    Pool  21 

God  of  my    Life,    look   gently    down  74 

God  of  my   Salvation  hear  75 

Gracious  Lord,  incline    thine    Ear  82 

Lord    i    am  vile    conceiv  d    in   Sin  145 

O   Lord  !  to    whom    for    Help  1    call  200 

O    my    Lord,  what   mull   I    do  201 

O   that    I    knew  the  fecret  Place  204 

O    that  my  Soul  were  now  as  fair  206 

O    thou    whofe   tender   Mercy  hears  207 

O    what    (hall  1   do    to  retrieve  210 

Poor    Efau  repented  too    late  213 

See,  gracious    i^ord,  with   pitying  Eyes  227 

Still    out    of  the   deepeft    Abyls  236 

'Tis   1    Point    I  long    to    know  269 

When  rifing  from  the    Bed  of   Death  299 
When   we   are  rais'd   from  deep  Diflrefs,      3c 

37.  Brotherly    Love,  W* 
Dear  Friends,  farewel,  1  go  to  dwell 
Kindred  in    Chrilt,   for    his    dear   fake 
Let   Party   Names  no    more 

Lo,  what   an    entertaining    Sight 
Now  Lord,  tho'   we  mult  part  awh; 
O    'tis  a  lovely    Thing   to    fee 
Two  are  better  far  then    one 

38 .  Spiritual  Poverty, 
Lord,  when    I   hear  thy 
My  drowfy   Pow'rs    wlr 

2 


xxiii       SECOND     INDEX. 


On  thee   O   God  of  Purity 
Out    of  the  Depths   of  long    Diftrefs 
Stay,  thou  lnfulted  Spirit  ftay 
Strange  that  fo  much  of  Heav'n  and  HelJ 
What  Contradictions  meet 

30.  Re  p.  gnat l  on   to    Providence. 

Dear   Refuge    of  my   weary  Soul 

O   tell  me   no    more 

Peace,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Hand 

That  Man  no  Guard   nor   Weapon  needs 

Tho'    Troubles  aflkil 

40.  To  the    Triiit'\ 

Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory 

Lord  Chritt    reveal    thv    holy    Face 

My    Soul    doth  magnify   the   Lord 


Page 

1 90 
191 

236 
238 

276 


A  TA  B  L  E   of  the  Scriptures,  that    are 
turned   into  Verjet 

Chap.  Vers     Page  Chap,  Vers         Page 

Gen.      24-  56.  2"4  Prov.  8.  1,  22,  32.  233 

25.  31-  2:3  30    7,  8,  9.  256 

.45.  1,  15.  295  Ifaiali26.   1 — 6.  94 

I  Sam.  1.     10.  92  26    8 — 20.  108 

1  Kings  10.  1.  71  3^.9*  300 

I7«  I*  62  40.  27—30.  301 

2  Kings  19    23*  260  45.  22— 2  |.  117 

Efther    14.  16.  311  53-  i--5--io,    302 

Job         4      17,  21.  232  56.  7-  233 

9      I*  9-  ICO  55    4-5.  315 

19    25    27.  S3  57   15  -16.  266 

23.  1,  9.  204  6;.  1,  2,  3.  279 
Pfalm    1.  28  63    4,  7.  108 

15.  305  Nahnm  1    7.  309 

v      19.  77  Zeca.  4.  io„  248 

24.  259  13-  1.  244 
39.  240  Matt.  3  294 
41.  28  5-  i--9,  24 
46.  10.  2H  7      13.  32 

51.  *4S  13-  17-  92 

66.  16.  313  14   22.  51 

73.  15,  17.  155  if-  S--9.  31* 

84.  I*E  21.  9.  9I 

89.  47,  49.  220  25.  6.  317 

90.  197  28.  5,  6.  310 

91.  316  28.  19,  20  78 
100.  16  Luke  i.  30.  18 
102.  141  1.  46.  169 
117.  7i  1.  68.  173 
121.  273  2.  6,  4.  302 
126.  29c  6.  20.  157 
130.  191  7  18,  50.  186 
133.  144  10.  21.  125 

139.  IIQ 

145.  33©  Chap. 


XXV 

A  Table    of  the   Scriptures,  ire. 

Chap*  Vers      1 

>age 

Chap.  Vers 

12.  32. 

3X2 

12   9. 

14.   22. 

39* 

12.  7>  9,  io. 

15.   II. 

20 

r  Thef  4.  13, 

18.  JO, 

16 

5-  17. 

23-  39-  43- 

47 

iTim.  1.  12. 

John 

1.    1--3. 

63 

4.  6,  7. 

5.    i- 

22 

Titus  3.  3,  7. 

12    32. 

319 

Heb.   7. 

13.  1. 

298 

9. 

14.  6. 

102 

James.  1.  29. 

19.  30. 

247 

1  Pet,  2.  6. 

Acfls 

2.    1. 

84 

3.  20,  21. 

8.    39. 

246 

Rev.  5>  6,  12, 

Rom. 

7.    8,  9--14. 

148 

7.  13- 

I  Cor 

r.     30. 

23 

7.  14- 

2.    9,  10. 

171 

14.  13. 

13.  2,  7,  12, 

139 

15.  ?« 

15'  55. 

<95 

21.  1. 

z  Cor. 

4.    6. 

214 

21.  5.  8. 

5.    1. 

257 

22.  16. 

THE     END. 


( I ) 

SELECT     SPIRITUAL 

S     ON     G     S. 

H  Y  M  N  I. 

The  Spiritual  Coronation.         Cant.  3.  -  -  .  v*  1 1*..' 
Angels. 

1.  All  Hail   the    Power  of  Jefu's   Name  ! 
jlJL  Let   Angels   proftrate  fall  : 

Bring   forth  the   Royal   diadem, 
And   crown    him    Lord  of    all. 
Martyrs. 

2.  Crown   him,  ye    Martyrs    cf  our  God, 

Who   from   his   Altar   call  ; 
tExtol    the  Son    of  Jefle's  Rod, 
And   crown   him    Lord    of   all. 
Converted    Jeivst 

3.  Ye   chofen  Seed    of  lfrael's   Race 

A    Remnant    weak    and    fmall  ; 
Hail    Him   who   faves  you   by    his   Grace, 
fc  And    crown    Him   Lord    of  all. 
Believing  Gentiles, 

4.  Ye  Gentile  Sinners  nev'r  forget 

The  Wormwood  and  the  Grail  ; 
Go — (pread  your  Trophies  at  his  Feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Of  every    Age, 

5.  Babes,  Men    and  Sires;  who  know  his  Love 

Who    feel  your  Sin    and  Thrall. 
Now  joy  with    all   the  Hofts  above, 
And   crown  Him    Lord   of  all. 
Of  every    Nation, 

6.  Let  every    Kindred   every   Tribe 

Upon   this    earthly    Ball, 
To    Him    all    Majelty    afcribe, 
And  crown   Him    Lord    of  all. 

7.  O    that    with    yonder  facred    Throng 

We    at   his  Feet  may  fall  ; 

A  We'll 


(2    ) 

We'll   join  the   everlafting   Song, 
And    crown    Him    Lord    of  All. 

H  Y  M  N   II. 

Entrance  into  Paradife  ;  or  prefent  with  the  Lord. 

I.     A  ND    is   this   Heaven,    and    am  I    there  i 
./JlHow  fhort  the  Road,  how  fweet  the  Flight 
I  am   all    Life,  all   Eye,    all    Ear  ; 
Jcfus  is   here,  my  Souls    Delight. 

2«  Is  this  the  heavenly  Friend  who   hung 
In    Blood    and    Anguifh   on    the    Tree, 
Whom  Paul  proclaim 'd,  whom   David  fung, 
Who  died  for  them,  who  died    for  me. 

3,  How   fair,   thou  OfRpring  of  my   GOD  ! 
Thou  Firft  born   Image    of  his    Face   ; 
Thy   Death    procur'd    this  blefk   Abode, 
Thy   Vital    Beams    adorn   this    Place. 

4.  Lo  he  prefents   me  at   his   Throne 
All    fpotlefs  ;    there  the    Godhead  reigns 
Subliriie   and  peaceful    through   the    Son  : 
Awake,   my    Voice,  in  Heav'nly    Strains. 

HYMN  III. 

1.  A  ND  let   this   feeble  Body   fail, 
-tJL  And  let   it  faint  or    die, 

My  Soul  (hall  quit  the   mournful  Vale, 
And    foar  to  Worlds    on    high  I 

Shall  join  the  difembody'd    Saints, 
And   find    its   long    fought  Relt, 

That  only    Blifs    for    which    it  pants 
In    the  Redeemer's   Bread. 

2.  In  Hope  of  that    immortal  Crown, 

I   now    the    Crofs    fuftain, 
And   gladly   wander   up  and    down, 

And 


(3) 

And  fmile   at    Toil  and    Pain. 
I  fuffer  on   my  threefcore    Years 

Till    my   Deliv'rer    come, 
And   wipe   away   his    Servant's   Tea«, 

And   take   his    Exile   home. 

3  O    what   hath   Jefus   bought  for  me  ! 

Before    my   ravifh'd   Eyes 
Riveis  of  Life   divine  I   fee, 

And    Trees   of  Paradife  ! 
I  fee  a   World    of  Spirits    bright, 

Who  talte  the    Pleafures   there  ! 
They    all    are  rob'd    in  fpotlefs   white, 

And    conqu'ring  Palms   they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all   my    Sufferings   here, 

If  Lord,    thou  count   me  meet 
With    that   enraptur'd    Hoft   t'appear, 

And   worfliip    at    thy    Feet  S 
Give  Joy  or    Grief,    give   Eafe  Or  Pain, 

Take    Life  or   Friends    away  : 
But  let    me  find  them  all   again 

In   that    eternal    Day. 

H  Y  M  N  IV. 

1.  A  WAKE   my  Zeal,  awake  my    Love, 
jfjLAnd  ferve    my    Saviour  here    below, 
In  Works  which  "all  the  Saints    above, 
Which   holy  Angels   cannot   do. 

2.  My  Faith   and    Hope    may  fee  the    Lord, 
Tho  Vails  of  Darknefs  lie  between  ; 
Hope    fhall   reft  firm   upon  his   Word, 
And    Faith  rejoice  in    Things   unfeen„ 

3.  Awake  my  x  Charity,   and    feed 

The  hungry  Soul  and  clothe  the  Poor ; 
In  Heav'n  are  found  no  Sons  of  Need. 
There  all  thefe  Duties  arc   no  more. 

A  a  jf  Sub« 


C4) 

4.  Subdue    thy    Pailiona,    O   my  Soul 
Maintain    the   Fight,  the   Work  purfue, 
Daily    thy    rifing  Sins    controul, 

And  'be    thy   Vkft'ries    ever  new. 

5.  The    Land  of  Triumph  lies  on    high. 
There    are    no    Fields  of    Battle    there, 
Lord    I    would    conquer   till    I    die, 
And  finiih  all   the    glorious  War. 

6.  Let  every  flying   hour    confefs 

I    gain    thy    Gofpel    frefh   renown  : 

And   when   my    Life   and    Labours   ceafe, 

May  I  poflefs   the    promis'd    Crown. 

H  Y  M  N  V\ 

1.  "OURST  ye  Em'rald   Gates  and  bring 
j3     To   my   raptur'd  Vifion. 

All  th'  extatic  Joys,    that    fpring 

Round    the  bright  Elifian  ; 
Lo    we   lift    our  longing   Eyes, 

Break  ye    intervening    fkies  ; 
Sons  of  Pvighteoufnefs   arife. 

Op'n    the  Gates  of  Paradife  j. 

2,  Floods    of  everlafting    Light, 

Freely   flam  before  him  ; 
Myriads,  with  fupreme   Delight, 

Inftantly    adore    Him  j 
Angel  Trumps    refound    his    Fame, 

Lutes  of  ]ucid  Gold   proclaim, 
All   the    Mufic  of  his  Name  ; 

Heaven  echoing  the  Theme, 

;.  Four  and    twenty    Elders   rife, 
From   their   princely  Station  ; 
Shout   his   glorious  Victories, 

Sing  the  great    Salvation  j  Ca£t 


(5) 

Caft  their  Crowns  before   his  Throne, 

Cry  in   reverential    Tone, 
Glory   be   to   God  alone, 

Holy  !    Holy  I    Holy   One. 

4    Hark— the   thrilling  Symphonies, 
Seem,   me   thinks,  to   feize   us  — 
Join  we   too   the  Holy    Lays— 

Tefus— Jefus  -Jefus  ! 
Sweeteft   Sound  in  Seraph  s   Song, 

Sweeteft  Note  on   mortal's   Tongue, 
Sweeteft    Carol  ever   fung— 
Jefus— Jefus   now    along. 

H  Y  M  N  VI. 

T    T-VlSMISS    us  from    thy    Houfe  of  Pray'r, 
D    With  Blefhngs,   fuch   as   Mortals  need: 
And   make  our  Souls   thy   coirftant   Care, 
Till  we    from    Evil   fhall   be   freed. 

2    And  if  we  never  meet   again 

.Till    we  our   Lord   appearing  lee, 
O   may   we   all  with    Jefus    reign, 
And    always   with   our   Saviour  be. 

HYMN    VII. 

Frofpetf   of  the    ftliiienium. 
i    T7VVTHER,    is   not  thy  promife  pledg'd 
*  F  To    thine    exalted    Son, 

That    through  the    Nations  of  the    Earth 
Thy   Word    of   Life   mail    run  ? 

2  « Alk,   and  1  give   the    Heathen   Lands 
<<  For   thine    Inheritance, 
«  And  to   the    Earth's  remoteft  Bounds 
«  Thine    Empire  (hall  advance.  " 

A3  3-  Halt 


C  6) 

3.  Haft  thou    net  faid  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall    their  Redeemer   own  ; 
While  Gentiles   to    his    Standard   croud, 
And   bow   before    his    Throne  ? 

4.  [When  fhall  the  untutor'd    Indian  Tribes, 

That  dark   bewilder'd  Race, 
Sit  down   at  your  Immanuels    Feet, 

And   learn   and   feel    his    Grace  ?  ] 

5.  Are   not   all  Kingdoms,  Tribes  and  Tongues 
Under  the  expanfe  of  Heaven, 
To  the  dominion   of  thy  Son, 

Without   exemption   giv'n  ? 

6.  From    Eaft  to   Weft,  from   North  to  South, 

Then    be   his  Name    ador'd  ? 
Europe  with   all  thy  Millions,  fhouT 
Hofanna's   to   the  Lord? 

7.  Afia   and  Africa  refound, 

From   Shore    to    Shore   his   Fame  ; 
And   thou   America   in  Songs, 
Redeeming    Love    proclaim  ? 

HYMN  YUI 

The  Exa?nple  of  Chrift  a?id  the  Saints, 
IVE  me  the   Wings  of  Faith  to  rife 


G 


Within  the  Veil,  and  fee 
The  Saints  above,    how  great  their  Joys  ; 
How  bright  their  Glories  be  I 

2.  Once   they    were   mourning   here  below, 

And  wet   their  Couch  with  Tears, 

They  wreftled    hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  Sin,  and  Doubts,  and  Fears. 

3,  I   afk  them,  whence  their   VicVry  came  ? 

They,  with   united   Breath, 
Afcribe  their  Conqueif.  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  Triumph,    to  his    Death.  4. 


(7) 

4.  They  mark'd  the  Footfteps  that  he  trod, 

His   (Zeal  infpir'd  their  Breaft  :  ) 
And,  following   their  incarnate  God, 
Poflefs'd    the   promifs'd   Reft. 

5.  Our  glorious  Leader   claims  our  Praife 

For  his  own  Pattern  giv'n, 

While  the  long-  Cloud  of  Witnefles 

Show  the  fame  Path   to  Heav'n. 

HYMN     IX. 

1.  TN  bound  left    Mercy,  gracious  Lord,  appear, 
J.  Darknefs  difpel,  the  humbleMourner  cheer ; 

Vain  Thoughts  remove,  melt   down  this  flinty 

Heart  ; 
Caule  ev'ry  Soul  to  choofe  the  better  Part, 

2.  Thy   prefence  fills  the   univerfal    Space  ; 
Thy  Grace  appears  to  all  the  fallen  Race  ; 
O    vifit  us  with    Light  and    Life  divine, 
Fill    ev'ry  Soul,    for    ev'ry  Soul  is  thine. 

2.  The  blefled   Jefus   is   my  Lord,  my  Love ; 
He  is  my  King    from  him  1  would  not  move  ; 
Away   then   all   ye   Objedts   that  divert, 
Nor  feek  to  draw  from  my  dear  Lord  my  Heart. 

4.  That  uncreated  Beauty  which  hath  gain'd 
My  ravifh'd  Heart,  hath  all  your  Glory  ftain'd  ; 
His  Lovelintfs  my  Soul  hath  prepoflefs'd 
And  left  no  Room  for  any  other  Gueft. 

H  Y  M  N  X. 

Fol/oivhig  the  Example  of  Chrift. 

1,  TT  is  a  very  pleafant  Thing 
1  To    follow    Chrift  our   Lord  ; 
And  thus  obey  our  heav'nly  King, 

According  to    his  Word,  A  4         2 


(   8-) 

2»  Down  to  the   Water  fide  we  go  ; 
By    Chrift's    Example    led  ; 
Into  the   fame    we    come    alfo, 
As  did    our  glorious    Head. 

3.  Saviour,   we   blefs   thy  wond'rous  Name, 

For    thy    Example    bright  ; 
We  love  to  imnvitate  the   fame, 
As    thou   doft    us   invite. 

4.  We    are  baptiz'd  as    Jefus  was, 

His   eafy    Yoke  we   bear  : 
And   we    are   thus    baptiz'd,   becaufe 
That  we   his    Subjects    are. 

5.  Lord    may   we   to.,  thy  Glory  live, 
Teach  us  thy  heav'nly  Ways  ; 

To  us    thy    Holy    Spirit  give, 
And   we  thy  Name    will  praife. 

W* 

6.  And  we  thy  facred   Name  profefs, 

May   we  our    Moments  fpend 
In    Ways  of  Truth   and    Righ:eoufnefs, 
Until  our  Lives  mail  end 

HYMN    XI. 

The   Reftoration. 

1.  TESUS  mail   reign  where'er  the  Sun 

Doth  his  fuccefsive  Journey  run  ; 
His    Kingdom  ftretch   from   Shore  to  Shore, 
Till  Moons  mall  wax,  and  wane  no  more. 

2.  Behold  the  Iflands  and  her  Kings, 
And    Europe    her  bed  Tribute  brings  : 

From  North  to  South  the  Princes  meet, 
To  pay   their    Homage  at  his  Feet. 

3.  There  Perfia  glorious  to  behold, 
There   India   mines  in   Eaftern  Gold, 

And 


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And  Barbarous  Nations,  at  his  Word, 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  the  Lord. 

4.  For   Him   (hall   Endlefs  Pray'r    be  made, 
And  Princes    throng    to  crown  his  Head  ; 

His  Name,  like  fweet  Perfume,  mall  rife 
With  every   Morning    Sacrifice, 

5.  People   and  Realms  of  every  Tongue 
Dwell  on  his  Love  with  fwecteit  Song  ; 

And  Infant  Voices  fhall    proclaim 
The   early  Bleflings  on  Ids  Name. 

6.  Bleflings  abound    where'er   he  reigns 
The  Prif'ner   leaps  to  lofe    his  Chains 

The  Weary  find  Eternal   Reil  ; 

And  all    the    Sons  of  Want  are  bleft. 

7.  Where  he   difplays  his  healing  Pow'r, 
Death   and  the    Curfe  are  known   no   more, 

In   Him   the  Tribes  of  Adam    boaft 
More   Bleflings  than   their  Father  loft. 

8.  Let  every    Creature   rife    and    brino- 
Peculiar  Honours   to   our  King  ; 

Angels  defcend  with   Songs  again, 
And   Earth  repeat  a  loud  Amen, 

HYMN     XII. 

Life  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope.   Eccl.  9,  v.  5.  6.  4. 

1.   T    IFE  is  the  Time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
1  j     The  Time  t'infure  the   great  Reward  ; 
And  while  the    Lamp  holds  out  to   burn, 
The  vilefl  Sinner  may  return. 

[2.  Life   is  the  Hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  Tcape  from  Hell     and  fly  to  Heav'n  ; 
The  Day  of  Grace,  and  Mortals  ma}'' 
Secure  the   Bleflings   of  the    Day.] 

A   5  3.  The 


(   io  ) 

3.  The  Living  know  that  they  muft  die, 
But  all  the  Dead  forgotten  lie  ; 

Their  Meni'ry  and   their   Scnfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

f4#  Their  Hatred  and  their  Love  is  loft, 
Their  Envy  buried  in   the   Dull  ; 

They   have  no  Share  in   all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  Circuit  of  the   Sun.] 

5.  Then  what  my  Thoughts  delign  to  do, 
My  Hands  with  all  your  Might  purfue, 

Since  no  Device,  nor  Work  is  found, 

Nor  Faith,   nor  Hope,  beneath  the  Ground. 

6 .  There  are  no  Acts  of  Pardon  paft 

In  the  cold  Grave  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  Darknefs,  Death,  and  long  Defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  Silence  there, 

HYMN    XIII. 

The  Grace   of  God,  f over  eign^univerfal  and  free, 

1.  Tk/TAGNIFICENT   free  Grace,  arife, 
JLVX  Outfhine  the  Thoughts  of  {hallow  Men  ; 

Sov'reign,  preventing  all   furprize, 
To  him  that  neither  wili'd  nor  ran, 

2.  Grand  as  the  Bofom  whence  thou  flow'd 

Kind  as  the  Heart   that  gave  thee  Vent ; 
Rich  as  the  Gift  that  God  beftow'd, 
And  lovely  like  the  Chrift  he  fent. 

3.  Sin  reign'd  to   Death ;   but  over  Sin 

And  Death,  with  more   impartial  Sway, 
Grace  fpreads  her   more  extenfive  reign, 
And  does   eternal  Life  convey. 

4.  For  us  Salvation   wide  difplays. 

Her  ample  all  refreming  Wing  j 

Safe 


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Safe  in  the  Shade  free  Grace   we  praife, 
And  all    its  peerlefs   Glories  ling. 

HYMN     XIV. 

Cod's  tender  Care  of  his  Church /  Ifa.lix.  13,14,  &c, 

1.  "VTOW  fhall  my  inward  Joys   arife, 
-L>l    And  burfl  into  a  Song  ; 

Almighty  Love  infpires  my  Heart, 
And  Pleafure   tunes  my  Tongue. 

2.  God,  on  his  thirfty  Sion    Hill, 

Some    Mercy  Drops    has  thrown, 
And  folemn   Oaths  has  bound  his  Love 
To  fhowV  Salvation  down. 

3.  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  Fears, 

Sufpicions  and  Complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  fhall  his  Grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  Saints  ? 

4.  Can  a  kind  Woman  e'er  forget 

The  Infant  of  her  Womb, 
And   'niongft  a  Thoufand  tender  Thoughts 
Ker  Suckling  have  no  Room  ? 

5.  Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  Should   Nature  change, 

And  Mothers  Moniters  prove, 
Sion   ftill  dwells  upon  the  Heart 
Of  everlafting    Love, 

6.  Deep  on  the  Palms  of  both  my  Hands  ; 

I  have   engrav'd  her  Name  ; 
My   Hands  mall    raife  her   ruin'd  Wall, 
And  build  her  broken  Frame, 

HYMN 


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H  Y  M  N    XV. 

He  hath    done    all  Things   well, 

i."^/TOW    fliall  our  Hearts  with  Pleafure  raife 
JL\I    To  our  dear  Lord  a  Song  of  Praife  ; 
We'll   fing  his  Love,  his  Goodneis  tell, 
Our  Saviour   hath  done  all  Things  well. 

2.  With  pitying  Eyes  he  view'd  our  Cafe, 
And  came  to  fave  our  ruin'd  Race  ; 

He   conquer'cl   Sin,  and  Death,  and  Hell  ; 
Our  Jefus   hath  done  all  Things  well. 

3.  He  undertook  to  bear  our  Load, 
And  bring   us  back  again  to  God  ; 

To  fit   us    with  himfelf  to  dwell  ; 

Chrift.  Jefus  hath  done    all  Things  well. 

4.  He  will  accomplifli  his  Defign, 
And   all  Things   in  himfelf  combine, 

No  more  fhall  ever  they  rebel  ; 
Our  Jefus  will  do  all  Things  well. 

5.  His  Work  how   great  !  his  Plan  how  Vafl  J 
But  when  it    all  appears  at   lait, 

Jt  will  our  highelt  Praife   excel, 
For  Jefus  will    do  all  Things  well, 

6.  When    the   Creation  is   reftor'd, 
And  God    mail    be   by  all   ador'd 

How  loudly  will  the  Triumph  fwell, 
Our  Jefus  hath  done  all  Things  well  I 

7.  Sin,  Death,  and  Hell,  will  Chrift  deftroy, 
And  fill  the  Univerfe  with  Joy  ; 

His  Love  fhall  then  each  Voice  compel 
To  cry,   «'He  hath  done  all  Things  well." 

8.  All  Creatures  then  as  One  fhall  join, 

To 


(  *i  ) 

To  fliout  aloud  his  Praife  divine  ! 
(As  facred  prophecies  foretell) 
And  fay,   "He  hath  done  all  Things  well,** 

HYMN    XVI. 

1.  "l^TOYV  the  Saviour  Stands  a  pleading 
xN      At  the  Sinner's   bolted  Heart, 
Now   in  Heav'n  is  interceding,  ^  * 

Undertaking   Sinners  Fart. 

CHORUS. 
Sinners  can  yon  hate  the  Saviour, 

Can  you  thru  ft  him  from  your  Arms  ; 
Here  he  died  for   your*  Behaviour, 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  Charms. 

2.  Now  he  pleads  his  Sweat  and  Bloodfhed. 

Shews  his  wounded  Hands   and  Feet — ■ 
Father  fave  them  tho'  they're  Blood  Red, 
Raife  them  to  an  hcnv'nly  Seat. 
Sinners,  &c.  &c. 

3.  Sinners  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious- Voice  to-Day  : 
Turn  from  all  your  bale    Behaviour, 
Now   return,    repent  and  pray. : 
Sinners,  &c.  6zc. 

■     • 

4.  Open   now  your  Hearts  before  him. 

Bid  your  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 
Now  receive,   and  love,   adore    him, 
Take  a  full   Difcharge   from  Sin, 
Sinners,  £zc.  &c. 

5.  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  Jtands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 
See  what  Kindnefs,    Love,  and  Pity, 
Shines  around,   on  you  and  me. 
Sinners,  &e.  &c. 

6.  Corner 


C  14  ) 

6.  Come  !  for  all  Things  now  are  ready — - 
Yet  there's  Room  for  many  more. 
O  ye  Blind,  ye  Lame,  and  Needy, 
Come  to  Graced  boundlefs  Store. 
Sinners,  &.  &. 

HYMN    XV11. 

1,  f^\  THOU  God  of  my  Salvation, 
V-/  My  Redeemer  from  all  Sin> 

Mov'd  to  this  by  great  Companion, 
Yearning  Bowels   from   within  : 

I  will  praife   thee   :  : 
Where  (hall  I  thy  Praife  begin  \ 

2.  While  the  Angels-Choirs  are  crying  ; 

Glory  to  the  Great   I  AM  ! 
I  with  them    would  ftill   be   vying, 
Glory,  Glory  to  the  Lamb  1 

O  how  precious  :  : 
Is  the    Sound  of  Jefu's  Name  ! 

3.  Now  1  fee,  with  Joy  and  Wonder, 

Whence  the  healing  Streams  arofe  ; 
Angels-Minds  are  loft  to   ponder 

Dying  Lov's  myfterious  Caufe  ; 

Yet  the  Blefling; 
Down   to  all,   to  Hie  it  flows, 

4.  Tho  nnfeen,  I  love   the  Saviour, 

He   Almighty  Grace   hath  mown  ; 
Pardon'd  Guilt  and  purchas'd  Favour  J 
This  he  makes  to  Mortals  knowu  ; 
Give    him    Glory, 
Glory,  Glory  is    his   own. 

5.  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round   us, 

Unperceiv'd   they   mix  the  Throng, 
Wond'ring  at  the  Love  that  crown'd  us, 
6  Glad 


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Glad  to  join  the  holy  Song  : 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  Praife  to  Chrift  belong, 

HYMN    XV111. 

7 'he  Delight  of  public  Worjhip, 

I     /"^\F  aH   tne  Pleafures  that  we   know, 

v/  Thy  Service  Lord  exceeds  the  bed  3 
,      Though  in  thy  earthly  Courts  below, 
What  is  it    then  among  the  Bled  \ 

2.  When  we    aflemble  in  thy    Houfe, 

To  read  thy  Word,  to  praife,  and  pray, 
To  hear  thy  Gofpel,  pay  our  Vows, 
With  what  Delight  we  fpend  the  Day  ! 

3.  How  fhort  the  hours  of  Wormip    feem  I 

What  Raptures  do  our   Spirits    feel  ! 
While  we  can  Ipeak   and  hear  of  him, 
Who   fuffer'd  Death  to    work  our   Weal  ! 

4.  From  Morn  till    Noon,  from  Noon  till  Eve, 

The  pleafing    Theme  we  could  attend  ; 
Such   Satisfaction  we   receive 

As    Strangers  cannot  comprehend. 

5.  All  earthly   Joys  with  thefe   compared, 

Are   left  than  nothing   in    our  Eyes  ; 
Pleafures   of  Senfe  we  difregard, 

And  thofe  of  Sin  we  would  defpife. 

HYMN     XIX. 

Defir'iNg  the  Fir  ft  Love* 

I.   rX&>  for  a   clofer  Walk  with  God  ! 
v^/  A  Calm  and  heav'nly  Frame  ! 
A  Light  to  fliine  upon   the  Road 
That  Leads  me  to   the  Lamb  1 

2.  Where 


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2.  Where  is  the  Bleflednefs  I  knew, 

When  firil  I   faw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  foul-refreihing  View 
Of  Jefus  and    his  Word  ? 

3.  Wrhat  peaceful  Hours  I  then   enjoy'd  I 

How  f\v-  er  their  Mem'ry  ftili J 
But  they  have   left  an  aching  void, 
The  World   can  never  fill. 

4.  Return,  O  Kcly   Dove,   return, 

Sweet   MemVnoer  of  Reft  ! 
I  hate  the  Sins  which  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove    thee  from  my    Breaft. 

5.  The  deare-ft  Idol  I  have  known, 

What  e'er   that   Idol   be, 
Help  me  to  bear  it  from  thy  Throne, 
-And   Worfhip  only  Thee. 

6.  So  ihall   my  Walk   be  clofe   with  God, 

Calm  and  Serene  my  Frame  ; 
So  purer  Light  fhall  mark  the  Road. 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     XX. 

■ 

7.  f\R  '  give  me  Lord  my  Sins  to  mourn — 
KJ  My  Sins  !  which  have  thy  Body  torn  ! 

Give  me,  with  broken  Heart,    to  fee 
Thy  la  ft  tremendous  Agony. 

2.  O,  could   I   gain  the  Mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  bleeding  Sight  ! 

O  that,  with  Salem's  Daughters,  1 
Could    (land  and  fee  my   Saviour   die  I 

3.  Pd  fmite   my  Breaft,  and   weep  and  mourn, 
And  never  from  the  Crofs   return  : 

I'd  weep  o'er  an   expiring  God, 

And  mix  my  Tears  with  lefus's  Blood. 

4.  I'd 


C  17) 

I'd   hang    around  his  Crofs,  and  cry 
"Lord  fave  a  Soul  condemn'd  to  die  ! 
O   let  a    Wretch   come  near  thy   Throne, 
"To  plead  the  Merits  of  thy  Son, 

HYMN     XXI. 


The  Hap  pine f s  of   being  with   Chrift. 

r.  TT7HILE  on  the  Verge  of  Life  I  Hand, 
YV      And  view  the  Scene  on  either  Hand, 
My  Spirit  ftruggles  with  my  Clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  his  Flight  away.     . 

2.  Where  Jefus  dwells  my  Soul  would  be 
And  faints  my  much  lov'd  Lord  to  fee 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  Heart; 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3.  Come,  ye  angelic  Convoys,    come, 
And  lead  the  willing  Pilgrim  home  -s 
Ye  Know  the  Way  to  Jefu's  Throne, 
Source  of  my  Joys,  and  of  your  own. 

4.  That  blifsful  Interview,  how  fweet ! 
To  fall  tranfported  at  his  Feet  ! 
Rais'd  in  his  Arms  to  fee  his  Face 
Through  the  full  Beamings  of  his  Grace. 

5.  As  with  a  Seraph's   Voice    to  fing  ! 
To  fly  as  on  a  Cherub's  Wing  ! 
Performing  with  unweary'd  Hands 
The  prefent  Saviour's  high  Commands. 

6.  Yet  with  thefe  Profpects  full  in  Sight, 
We'll  wait  thy  Signal  for  the  Flight ; 
For  while  thy  Service  we  perfue, 

We  find  a  Heav'n  begun  below. 

B  HYMN 


(  W   ) 
HYMN     XXII. 

OWHEN   mall    I   fee    Jefus, 
And  dwell  with  hira  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  Fountains, 

Of  everlafting  Love. 
When  mall  I  be  deliver'd, 

From  this  vain  World  of  Sin  ? 
And  with  my  blefled  Jefas 

Drink  endlefs  Pleafurein. 

2.  But  now  I  am  a  Soldier, 

My  Captain's   gone  before. 
He's  given  me  my  Orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to   fear  : 
And  if  I  hold   out  faithful, 

A  Crown  of  Life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  Soldiers 

Eternal   Life  mall   have. 

3.  Through  Grace  I  am  determined, 

To  conquer,  tho  I    die, 
And  then  away  to  Jefus, 

On  Wings  of  Love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  Sin  and  Sorrow — 

I  bid  it  all   adieu. 
And  you,  my  Friends,  be  faithful, 

And  on  your  Way  purfue, 

4.  And   if  you  meet  with  Troubles, 

And  Trials  on  the  Way, 
Then  caft  your  Cares  on  Jefus, 

And   don't  forget  to   pray. 
Gird   on  the  heav'nly  Armour, 

Of  Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Love. 


And 


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And  when  your   Race  is  ended, 
You'll  reign  with  Him  Above. 

5.  O  do  not  be  difcourag'd, 

For   Jefus  is   your  Friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  Knowledge, 

He'll   not  refufe  to  lend. 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Tho  often  you  Requeit, 

He'll  give  you  Grace  to  conquer, 

*  And  take  you  up  to  reft. 

HYMN    XX111. 

Ckrijl^s    Afcenfion. 

i.  /"\UR  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  Dead, 
\J     Our  Jefus  is  gone  up  on  High ; 
The  Pow'rs  of  Hell  are  Captive  led, 
Drag'd  to  the  Portals  of  the  Sky. 

2.  There  his  triumphant  Chariot  waits, 

And  Angels  chaunt  the  folemn  Lay  ; 
Lift  up  your   Heads,  ye  heav'nly  Gates, 
Ye  everlaiting  Doors  give  way. 

3.  Loofe  all   your  Bars  of  many    Light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  Scene  ; 
He  claims  thofe  Manfions  as  his  Right, 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4.  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  ?   Who  ?    ' 

The  Lord  that  all  his  Foes  o'ercame, 
The  World,  Sin,  Death  and  Hell   overthrew  ; 
And  Jefus  is  the  Conquror's  Name. 

5.  Lo,  his  triumphal  Chariot  waits, 

And  Angels  chaunt  the  folemn  Lay, 
Lift  up  your  Heads,  ye  heav'nly  Gates  ! 
Ye  everlaiting   Doors   give  way. 

B   2  6.  Who 


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6.  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  ?  Who  ? 

The  Lord  of  boundlefs  Pow'r  pcflefs'd ; 
The  King  of  Saints  and  Angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  bled. 

HYMN     XXIV. 

Ezekiel    33    -11. 

1.  O  INNER,   O  why  fo  Thoughtlefs  grown? 
O     Why   in   fuch  dreadful  Hafte  to  die  ; 

Daring  to  leap  to  Worlds  unknown, 
Heedlefs  againft  thy  God  to  fly  ? 

2.  Will  ye  fruftrate  Eternal    Grace, 

Urg'd  on   by  Sin's  fantaftick  Dreams, 
Madly  attempt  th 'infernal  Gate, 

And  force  thy  Pailage  to  the  Flames  f 

3.  Stay,  Sinner,  on  the  Gofpel  Plains, 

Behold    the  God  of  Love  unfold 
The  Myft'ry  of  his  Dying  Pains^ 
For  ever   telling,  yet   untold. 

HYMN     XXV. 

The  Day  of  Grace* 

1,  /-TpNHE  Lord  into  his  Garden  come, 

Tlie  Spices  yield  a  rich  Perfume, 
The  Lillies  grow  and  thrive  : 

Refrefhing   Show'rs  of  Grace  divine 
From  Jefus  flow  to  ev'ry  Vine, 
I  And  makes   the  Dead  revive. 

2.  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  Ground 
In  Springs  of  Water  may  abound, 

A    fruitful  Soil    become. 
The  Defart  bloflbm  as   the  Rofe, 

When 


( » ) 

When  Jefus  conquers  all  his  Foes, 
And  makes  his  People  One. 

3.  The  glorious  Time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  Work  is  now  begun ; 

My  Soul  a  Witnefs  is, 
I  tafte  and  fee    the  Pardon  free, 
For  all  Mankind,   as  well  as  me, 
Who  comes  to  Chrift  may  live. 

4    The  worft  of  Sinners  here  may  find 
A  Sav'our  pitiful  and  kind  : 

Who  will  them  all  receive. 
None  are  too   late  who  will  repent ; 
Out  of  one  Sinner  Legion's  went. 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve.  , 

5.  Come  Brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  tafte  the  Sweetnefs  of  his  Word  ; 

In  Jefu's    Way  go  on, 
Our  Troubles  and  our  Trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  Home. 

6.  I  feel  that  Heav'n  is  now  begun, 

It  hTues  from  the   fparkling  Throne ; 

From  Jefu's  Throne  on   High. 
It  comes   like  Flood's,  we  can't    contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again  ; 

And  yet  we  ftill    are  dry. 

7.  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all   furround  a  Throne  of  Love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  fupply. 
Jefus  will  lead  his  Armies  through, 
To  living  Fountains  where  they   flow, 

That  never   will  run   dry. 

8*  'Tis  there  we'll  Reign,  and  Shout,  and  Sing, 
And  make  the  upper  Regions  ring  ; 

B  %  Where 


Where  all  the  Saints  get  home. 
Come  on,    come  on  !  my  Brethren  dear, 
Soon  we   fhall   meet  together  there  : 

For    Jefus  bids  us  come. 

9.  Amen  \  Amen  !  my   Soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in   the  Skies, 

And   claim   my  Manfions  lure. 
Now  here's  my  Heart,  and  here's  my  Hand, 
To   meet  yon  in   the   heav'nly  Land, 
Where  we   fhall   part  no  more. 

HYMN     XXVL 

A  Pro/peel  of  Heaven  makes  Death  eafy% 

1.  HTHERE  is  a  Land  of  pure  Delight, 

X       Where  Saints  immortal  reign  •; 
Infinite  Day  excludes  the    Night, 
And  Pleafures   banifh  Pain. 

2.  There    everlafting  Spring  abides, 

And  never  with 'ring  Flow'rs  : 
Death  like  a  narrow  Sea  divides 
This  heav'nly  Land  from  ours. 

[3.  Sweet  Fields  beyond  the  fwelling  Flood 
Stand  dreft  in  living  Green  ; 
So  to  the    Jews   old   Canaan  flood, 
While   Jordan  rolPd    between. 

4.  But  tim'rous  Mortals  flart    and  flirink, 
To  crofs  this  narrow  Sea, 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring   on  the  Brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.1 

5#  O  could  we  make   pur  Doubts  remove 
Thofe  gloomy  Doubts  that  rife, 
To  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With    unbeclouded  Eyes, 
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6.  Could  we   but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  Landikip  o'er, 

Not 


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Not  Jordan's  Stream,  nor  Death's  cold  Flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  Shore, 

HYMN    XXVII. 

Seeking  the  Pajlur.es  ofChriJl  the  Shepherd,  Solomon 
Song,  i.  7. 

1.  npHOU.  whom  my  Soul  admires  above 

JL       All  earthly  Joy,  and  earthly  Love,  \ 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  Pafture  grow  ? 

2.  Wl\ere  is  the  Shadow  of  that  Rock 
That  from  the  Sun  defends  thy  Flock- 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  Sheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep, 

3.  Why  mould  thy  Bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide  to  Paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  Feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  Love, 

[4.  The  Footfteps  of  thy  Flock  I  fee  ; 
Thy  fweeteft  Paftures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  Feaft  thy  Love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  Wounds,  &  Groans  &  Tears. 

5.  .His  deareft  Flefti  he  makes  my  Food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  Blood  ; 
'Here  to  thefe  Hills  my  Soul  will  come, 
Till  my  Beloved   leads  me  home,] 

HYMN    XXVIII. 

I.   T^H  E  Lord  of  Earth  and  Sky, 
A     The  God  of  Ages  Praife  ! 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  High, 
Ancient   of  endlefs  Days, 
Who  lengthens  out  our  Trials  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  Year. 

B  4  2.  Barren 


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±.  Barren  and  witherd  Trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  Ground, 
^Jo    Fruit   ofHolinefs 

On   our  dead  Souls  was  found  ; 
Yet  did  he  us  in  Mercy  fpare, 
Another,  and  another  Year. 

3.  When  juftice  barr'd  the  Sword, 

To  cut  the  Fig- Tree  down. 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry'd— "  Let  it  ft  ill  alone  :  »' 
The  Father  mild  inclin'd  his  Ear, 
And  fpar'd  us  yet  another  Year. 

4.  Jefas,  thy  fpeaking  Blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  Grace, 
Who  therefore  hath  beftow'd 

On  us   a  longer   Space  : 
Thou  didft  in  our  Behalf  appear, 
And  lo  !  we  fee  another  Year. 

5.  Then  dig  about  our  Root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  Ground, 
And   let  our  gracious   Fruit 
To  thy  great  Praile    abound  ; 
O  let   us  all  thy  Praife  declare, 
And   Fruit  unto  Perfection  bear. 

HYMN    XXIX. 

The  Nativity   of  Chrift. 

1.  "OHEPHERDS,  rejoice  !  lift  up  your  Eyes, 

O   "And  fend  your  Fears  away  ; 
<<  News  from   the  Regions  of  the  Skies  ? 
ts  Salvation's  born  to   Day. 

2.  "  Jeius,  the  God  whom  Angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
"To-Day  he  makes  his  Entrance    here, 
"  But  not  as  Monarchs  do.  3.  "  No 


(  a>"  ) 

3.  "  No  Gold,  nor  Purple  fwadling  Bands* 

"Nor  Royal  mining  Things  ; 
"  A  Manger  for  his  Cradle   itands^ 
"  And  holds  the  King  of  Lings. 

4.  "Go,  Shepherd^  where  the  Infant  lies, 

"And  fee  his  humble  Throne  ; 
"  With  Tears  of  Joy  in  all  your  Eyes, 
"  Go,  Shepherds,  kifs  the  5011. '' 

5.  Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  (trait  around 

The  heav'nly  Armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  Harps  to  lofty   Sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  Song  : 

6.  "Glory  to  God,  that   reigns  above  ; 

"  Let  Peace  fur  round  the  Earth  : 
"Mortals  (hall  know  their  Makers  Love 
"At  their  Redeemers  Birth." 

7.  Lord,  and  (hall  Angels  have  their  Songs, 

And  Men  no  Tunes  to  raife  ? 
O  may  we  lofe  thefe  ufelefs  Tongues 
When  they  forget  to  praife  J 

8.  Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above, 

That  pity'd  us  forlorn  ; 
W'e  join  to  ring  our  Maker's  Love, 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born, 

HYMN  XXX. 

I.  npO  the  Haven  of  thy  Breaft, 
1     O  Son  of  Man,  I  fly, 
Be  my  Refuge  and  my  Reft, 
For  O  the  Storm  is  high  ! 
Save  me  from  the  furious  Blaft, 

A  covert  from  the  Tempeft  be  ; 
Hide  me,   Jefus,   till   o'er  part 

The  Storm  of  Sin  I  fee.  * 

B  5  2.  Welcome 


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2.  Welcome  as  the  Waterfpring 

To  a  dry  barren  Place  ; 

O  defcend  on  me  and  bring 

Tbe  fvveet  refrefhing  Grace  ; 

O'er  a  parch'd  and  weary  Land 

As  a  great  Rock  extends  its  Shade, 

Hide  me,  Saviour,  with  thme  Hand, 

And  fcreen  my  naked  Head* 
- 

3.  In  the  Time  of  my  Diftrefs 

Thou  haft  my  Succour  been  ; 
In  my  utter  Helpleflhefs 

Reftraining  me  from   Sin  : 
O  how  fwiftly  didft  thou  move 

To  fave  me  in  the  trying  Hour ! 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  Love, 

And  ihield  me  with  thy  Pow'r. 

4.  Firft  and  Lafl  in  me  perform 

The  Work  thou  haft  begun  ; 
Be  my  Shelter  from  the  Storm, 

My  Shadow  from  the  Sun  : 
Let  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

Till  I  thy  perfect  Glory  fee, 
Till  the  fprinkling  of  thy  Blood 

Shall  fpeak  me  up  to  thee. 

HYMN     XXXI. 

1,  TTOW  loft  was  my  Condition, 
JL~X  Till  Jefus  made  me  whole  ; 
There  is  but  one  Phyfician 

Can  cure  a  Sin  lick  Soul  ; 
Next  Door  to  Death  he  found  me, 

And  pluck'd  me  from  the  Grave  ; 
To  tell  to  all  around  me  : 

His  wond'rous  Pow'r  to  fave  ! 


2,  Of 


C  27    ) 

2.  Of  Men  great  Skill   poftefling, 

I  thought  a  Cure  to  gain, 
But  that  prov'd  more  diflreffing, 

And  added  to  my   Pain  : 
Some  laid  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  loft, 
Thus  every  Refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  Hopes  where  crofs'd. 

3.  At  length  this  great  Phyfician, 

How  matchlefs  in  his  Power, 
Accepted  my    Petition, 

And  undertook  my  Cure, 
Firft  gave  me   Sight   to  view  him, 

For  Sin  my  Sight  had   feaPd, 
Then  bid   me  look  unto   him, 

I  look'd  and  I  was  heal'd. 

4.  A  bleeding  dying  Jefus, 

Seen   by  an  Eye  of  Faith j 
At  once  from  Sin  it  frees  us, 

And  faves  our  Souls  from  Death  I 
.  Come  then   to  this  Phyfician, 

His  Help  he'll  freely   give 
He  makes  no  hard   Condition, 

*Tis,  only  look  and  live. 

HYMN     XXXll. 

Chrift's  Prejence  makes  Death  eafy, 

I.  IT  THY  mould  we  ftart,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
VV     What  tim'rous  Worms  we  Mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  Gate   of  endlefe  Joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

3.  The  Pains,  the  Groans,  and  dying  Strife 
Fright  our  approaching  Souls  away  ; 
Still  we  fhrink  back   again  to  Life,    * 
FonAof  our  Prifon  and  our  Clay.       $ ,   Oh  I 


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3«  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  Soul  mould  ftretch  her  Wings  in  hafte, 
Fly  fearlefs  thro'  Deaths  Iron  Gate, 
IMor  feel  the  Terrors  as  fhe  pafs'd. 

4.  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  Bed 
Feel  foft,  as  downy  Pillows  are. 
While  on  his  Breaft  I   lean  my   Head, 
And  breathe  my  Life  out  fweetly,  there. 

HYMN    XXXlll. 

I*    T'LL  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  Breath, 
A.   And  when  my  Voice  is  loft  in  Death, 
Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  Pow'rs  : 
My  Days  of  Praife  (hall  ne'r  be  paft, 
While  Life,  and  Thought,  and  Being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures* 

2.  Happy   the  Man  whofe  Hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God  ;  he  made  the*  Sky, 

And  Earth  and  Seas,  with  all  their  Train 
His  Truth  for  ever  Hands  fecure  ! 
He  faves  th'  Opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  Poor, 

And  none  lhall  find  his  Promife  vain. 

3.  The  Lord  pours  Eye-Sight  on  the  Blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the   fainting  Mind ; 

He  fends  rhe  laboring  Confcience  Peace  ; 
He  helps  the  Stranger  in  Diftrels, 
The  Widow  and  the  Fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  Pris'ner  fweet  Releafe, 

4.  I'll  praife  him  while  hfe  lends  me  Breath, 
And  when  my  Voice  is  loft  in  Death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  Pow'rs  : 
My  Days  of  Praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft 
While  Life,  and  Thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

HYMjSI 


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HYMN    XXXIV. 

At  Foot  Wajhing, 

*♦  T\/T^^  UP  tn^  Jewe*s  Lord,  and    (hew, 
iVx  The  glorious  fpotlefs  Church  below, 
The  Fellowfhip  of  Saints  make  known, 
And  Oh  my  God,  might  I  be  One. 

2.  O  might  my  Lot  be  cart  with  thefe, 
The  lean:  of  Jefu's  Witnelies. 

O  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet, 
To  wafti  his  dear  Difciples  Feet, 

3.  To  wait  upon  his  Saints  below, 
On  Gofpel  Errands  for  them  go, 

Enjoy  the  Grace  to  Angels  giv'n, 
And  ferve  tne  Royal    Heirs  of  Heav'n. 

HYMN     XXXV. 

%  At   Table, 

1.  IVyTY  Soul,  furvey    thy  Happinefs, 

iVX  If  thou  art  found  a  Child  of  Grace, 
How  richly  is  the   Gofpel  ftor'd  ! 
What  Joy    the  Promiffes   afford  ! 

2.  All  Things  are  now  the  Gift  of  God, 

And  purchas'd  with  our  Saviours   Blood  ; 
While  the  good  Spirit  mews  us  how, 
To  ufe  and  to  enjoy  them  too. 

3.  If  Peace  and  Plenty  crown  my  Days, 

They  Help    me  Lord  to  fiiig  thy  Praife  ; 
If  Bread  of  Sorrow  be  my  Food, 

Thofe  Sorrows  work  my  real    Good. 

4.  BE  prefent  at  our  Table  Lord, 

Be  here  and   every  where  ador'd  : 
Thy  People  blefs,   and   grant  that  we, 
JVIay*feaft  in  Paradife  with  thee.  HYMN 


(   3°  ) 
HYMN    XXXVI. 

1.  T>  E  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go, 

JLJ  Learn  me  what  thou  wouMft  have  me  do  ; 
Suggeft  what'er  I  think  or  fay, 
Direct  me   in  the  narrow  Way. 

2.  Affistand  teach  me   how  to  pray; 
Incline  my   Nature  to   obey  : 

What  thou   abhorr'ft,  that  let  me  flee, 
And  only  Love  what  pleafes  thee, 

H  Y  M  N     XXXVII. 

1.  /"^tOME  all  ye  weary  Trav'lers, 
V_/  Come  let  us  join  and  ling 

The  everlafting  Praiies, 

Of  jefus  Chrift  our  King, 
We've  had  a  tedious  Journey, 

And  tirefome ,  'tis  true  ; 
But  fee  how  many  Dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

2.  At  firft,  when  Jefus  found  us, 

He  call'd  us  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  Danger 

Of  falling  into   Sin  : 
The  World,   the  Flefh  and  Satan 

Will  prove  a  fatal  Snare  ; 
Unleis  we  do   reject  them, 

By  Faith  and  humble  Pray'r. 

3.  But  by  our  Difobedience, 

With  Sorrow,  we  confefs  -, 
We've   had  too   loner  to  Wander 

In  a  dark  Wildernefs  : 
Where  we  might  foon  have  fainted, 

On  that  enchanted  Ground; 
But  now  and  then  a  Clufter 

Of  pleafant  Grapes  we  found, 
4»  The  pleafant  Fruits  of  Canaan 

Gives  Life,  and  Joy  and   Peace  : 
Revives  our  drooping   Spirits >  And 


C'$*  ) 

And  Faith  und  Love  increafe  : 
Confeis  our  Lord  and   Mailer, 

And  run  at   his  Command  : 
And  haften  on  our  Journey, 

Unto   the   promised    Land. 

5.  Sinners,  why  Hand    ye    Idle, 
While   we  do   march  along  ; 

Has  Confcience  never  told  you, 
That  you  are  doing  wrong  : 

Down  the  broad   Road  to  Ruin* 
To  bear  a  dreadful  Curse  : 

Forfake  your  Ways  of  Sinning, 
And  come,   and  go  with  us. 

6.  But   if  you    will  refufe  it, 

We  bid  you  all   adieu  : 
We're  on  the  Way  to  Canaan, 

And  fo  indeed   might  you  : 
We're  forry   for  to  leave  you, 

We   rather  you  would  go  ; 
Come,  try   a  bleeding    Saviour, 

And   feel   Salvation  flow, 

7.  O  Sinners  be  awaken'd, 

To  fee  your  difmal  State  ; 
Repent,  and  be  converted, 

Before  it  is  too  late. 
Turn  to  the  Lord  by  Prayer, 

And  daily  fearch  his  Word, 
And  never  reft   contented, 

Until  you  find  the  Lord. 

8.  Now,  to  the  King  Immortal, 

Be  everlafting  Praife, 
For  in  his  holy  Service 

We   mean   to  fpend  our  Days  : 
Till  we   arrive  at  Canaan, 

The'  celeftial   World  above, 
With    everlafting  Praifes  : 

To  fing  redeeming  Love. 

FINIS. 


INDEX. 

All  hail  the  Pow'r  of  Jefus  Name,       Page  t 

And  is  this  Heaven                 -  '       -  2 

And  let  this  feeble  Body  fail          —         -  2 

Awake  my  Zeal  awake  my  Love         -  -     2 

Be  with  me  Lord,  where'r  I  go,    -         -  30 

Burft  ye  Em'rald  Gates,          -         -  4 

Come  all  ye  weary  Trav'lers     -  30 

Difmifs  us  from  thy  Houfe                       -  ^ 

Father  is  not  thy  Promife  pledg'd         -  5 

Give  me  the  Wings  of  Faith          -  6 

How  loft  was  my  Condition            -         -  26 

In  boundlefs  Mercy  gracious  Lord          -  7 

I'll  prniie  my  Maker                -              -  28 

It  is    a  very  pleafant  Thing       -         -     •*  7 

Jefus  ihall  reign  where'er  tiie  Sun           -  8 

Life  is  the  Time  to  ferve  the  Lord       *    -  9 

Magnificent  free  Grace  arife         -         -  10 

Make    up  rhy   jewels    Lord,          -          -  29 

My  Soul   survey  thy  Happinefs,         -     -  29 

Now  ihall  my  inward  Joys  arife         -     -  11 

Now  fhall  our  Hearts  with  Pleafure  raife  1 2 

Now  the  Saviour  Hands  a  pleading       -     -  13 

O  thou  God  of  my  Salvation  14 

Of  all  the  Pleafiires  that  we  know         -     -  15 

Oh  for  a  clofer  Walk  with  God         —         -  15 

Oh  give  me  Lord  my  Sins  to  mourn      -    -  16 

Oh  when  mail  I  fee  Jefus          -         -       -  18 

Our  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  Dead     -      -  19 

Sinners,  O  why  £6  thoughtleis  grown       -  io 

Shepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  Voice       —  24 

There  is  a  Land  or  pure  Delight         -     -  22 

Thou  who  my  Soul  admires  above       -     -  23 

To  the  Haven  of  thy  Breaft            -         -  25 

The  Lord  of  Earth  and  Sky           -          -  23 

The  Lord  into  his  Garden  come            -  20 

When  once  my  Soul  &c                  -         -  2  3 

While  on  the   Verge  of  Life   i  ftand,      -  17 

Why  mould   we  ftart  and  fear  to  die?  27 


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